unabashed, ok not really,
  that I lied to her,
but with no bad intent,
******, I lied again.

I exactly meant what  I professed to her
alone in the woods, after we both drunk too much.
I swear.

I tripped over my tongue again,
I see, But, 'tween Led Zeppelin and
the hood of my Old's Cutlass

between here and there was true words,
that lifted her skirt
I smile, innocently.