Bath powder on your ******* That I caressed You felt like silk
So surprisingly timid was I Our first time you so gently Helped lead the way intently. Did you hide your experience While letting me seem victorious ?
We parked so many places We could have used a valet
Win Schular's was class But mosquitoes in the Michigan woods, They made love bites on my *** No room in the canoe even for that
That house I hitchhiked down to A warm bed of your softness Football weekend at a brothers place; times too few Where your scent lingers after you
Memories are sometimes fleeting But not your first love I cried after you. ........ still needing
After ten years strong and vivid After two decades still exquisite After five they begin to fade Just flashes here and there A whiff of your scent somewhere A lingering synaptic flash decayed