Love Poem: Frank the American
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Written by: Francisco Pepino

Frank the American

I remember the night you walked in the club,
You immediately noticed me in the dancing crowd,
Ever so slowly you started to walk closer towards me,
I remember you looked into my eyes and winked, 
I was like what was that?
Who is that? 
Was that for me?
We had a connection before we even physically met,
Why didnt you introduce yourself? 
Why did you let mutual friend introduce us?
Weird but anyway we met, 
Francisco the fisherman's son,
Frank the American,

The club was still pumping and so many people,
No privacy which meant no intimacy and no sex! 
You said to me, lets get out of here,
You grabbed my hand made a path through the crowd,
I didnt even think where we were going to,
I trusted you, I could see it in your eyes - your goodness,
I was so thrilled you noticed what I wanted you to notice
I opened a part of my being for someone like you on that dance floor
You saw me from inside myself hidden away beneath the masks 

You took me to your Clifton mansion omfg
I thought wow is this how the rich live - wow 
You introduced me to you dogs, yes his dogs,
Like this was very important to him - you must love his dogs
I thought wtf did just happen to me so randomly,
I am poor fisherman's son with with so many issues,

You kissed me and held me tight and we just touched,
I shivered and felt your firm body snug me warm and tight,
You asked me to tell you about myself and I was speechless,
You were so interested I thought omg in me - wow!
Then you took me up to the 3rd floor up this fancy staircase,
And you made love to me that I will never forget ,
It was engraved in my heart like a tattoo that last forever,
You dug into my soul and opened me up bare,
You kissed me like so softly on my lips I trembled,
For the first I understood how a flower flowers or bloom,
And the first time this gay boy fell in love - fairy-tale style.
That night endured so love it felt like we stuck is time.

You then took me home and we exchanged numbers,
For about 4 years we met up so 8 times a year, 
I also found out you had a a hubby and I was the side,
I didnt care to say the least, I treasured those times,
I eventually took the back door out of your life,
And you left South Africa with your hubby and dogs,
I couldn't even say goodbye - that was heart-sore, 
And now nearly 10 years later my love still burns,
I see on Facebook, you are happy now with your hubby and dogs, 
I still hope that you always think of me forever 
Francisco the fisherman's son,   
Frank the American.