Ahhh...the dangers of creative writing

I read a poem of mine to some friends the other day and they said they loved it...a great sex poem. Well, the trouble with that comment was, it was never intended to be a sex poem.

I had sat myself down at the computer one day to research some writers markets and came upon a site for a magazine about the ocean. I thought, "Hmmm...that is something I love that I never have written about." So, I decided to try my hand at writing a poem about the majesty of the ocean, it's beauty and depths. I have always been a water lover, so I put on a little ocean sound and sat. As, I started to write down adjectives, I began looking for an image that was fresh, refreshing, and stimulating to compare the ocean too. My mind turned to lemonade, the sandy sugar, the crisp scent, the coolness. I thought it would be perfect, and so I really began to write. My words formed and melded and painted and I started to see the process of making lemonade become sexual and I let the inspiration flow with it. I was aware that it began to whisper sex, but I felt it still only whispered and it also whispered ocean...with the focus of lemonade. I liked it, so I put it away for a week or so to mellow.

I went back to it then and it seemed no longer to speak of the ocean much at all. I was disappointed in that, but I still liked the poem. I felt I would just have to tweak it and add in a more specific reference to the ocean somewhere in the beginning so the readers mind would begin to look for it within the lines.

I decided to get feedback first and my friends loved it...just the way it was. A sex poem. Makin' love = makin' lemonade. It all leaves me a little torn. They loved it...that is what I wanted...but I also wanted a poem about the ocean and lemonade. Can there be two versions of the same poem?