I tend to remember the ***
Vividly.
Under the heat of the moon
His hands grasp my woolen hair.
Visions of Mississippi cotton fields
And California berries
Embrace my mind.
And just as a gasp
for the last molecule
of esteem
In the musky air,
He would take me
To where love and lust
Combine.
One often times
Subjugates the other
,but I can't tell which.
So just say you love me
Now
and convince me
Later.