Pleasure

He was a pleasure, he was young, had stamina and confidence, he pulled me into the huge supermarket walk-in freezer, he kissed me, he always smiled, his arms surrounded me. He had feelings, he had cried over his ex, Walk away Renee by Billy Bragg.

We saw a show in London, our first attempt at being out on the town as grown ups.
I remember the look his mother gave us when she returned from her nightshift and found me half dressed at the kitchen table. I remember the look his mate gave us when he found us completely naked, me clutching the bed sheet because he had sneaked in through the window when we hadn't answered the door.
Standing at the window looking out for the taxi cab at the end of the road as the drivers wouldn't come into the estate, Roundshaw was a tough estate. So happy, ran with the Bulls, had sex in the Sahara , not with me. What would have happened to him? He would find a pretty woman and make her happy.