They're gone now,
our wild reveries
are now replaced by others.
No one will remember
the cannonballs
we exploded there,
blaring AC DC's givin' the dog a bone,
the licorice in our mouths,
or the grain spiked tangelos.

Surely her red bandana
was the attractant,
but it was the way
she wiggled her hips
that truly drew me in.
Her musk slayed me,
it was so ****** delightful
connecting her
beads of perspiration
with my quivering finger,
her breath quickened
between the dots
of her meaty thighs.
I will forget her
some night, but
I am content now,
just remembering
her innocent smile
and the way
she dialed me into
her broken heart.

I layed there
courageous
inside our wetness
and watched her
doe-eyes break in waves,
against the shores
of her high cheekbones,
it shattered my dreams.

And I am really sorry,
feel a sadness beyond belief
I couldn't make it better
for her or that
I never got the chance
to apologize
over the phone.

She's long gone...
I heard she's in Virginia.