Alison Cassidy - Sugar Daddy

And they stood in the waves -
he with his camera,
she without her clothes,
nervous and shivery -
but determined
to play it cool.

The pics were ordinary,
nothing out of the box,
but she kept them
and forty years later
one adorns her lover’s study door
with others of his mates,
dearly departed mostly
(so many of them too) .

He was her mentor,
brilliant and irritatingly obsessed
with his work and her.
He taught her much.
She adored him -
especially playing Lady Anne to his Richard -
but never fancied him,
not like that.

Though one night
after his wife left
and left him bereft,
she did succumb
(and never regretted it) .

Not lust, but compassion
prompted her to open her legs.

She couldn’t believe the urgency
of his need
and the tears
of his joy
afterwards.

Today
when her other half
flirts with young girls,
she takes comfort
from remembrances
of one
whom she loved
but never fancied.
Of one,
too old -
who really loved her.

Alison Cassidy

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