He took me

The first time he took me, we were visiting my apartment.
I had told him not to worry, this was just a platonic visit.
I no sooner got the door shut, and he was all over me, taking off my clothes, deep kissing, pushing me against the wall.  This ended very well, and I was pleased.

The next time, he took charge again, penetrated me soon and a bit roughly.
If he was not ten years younger and cute, I might have objected.

The next several times, we had mad sex after drinking at the bars.
I was in love with him.  One Sunday afternoon, he threw me on the bed,
Pulled down my pants, and raped me, right then and there.
I was entranced by him, enchanted.

It ended soon enough, we both lost interest, stopped calling each other.
An affair, short, hot and intense - with lots of "good" sex.
It will never happen again, and maybe that is for the best.
But will never forget the fun we had, ever so briefly.