It was called a summer of love,
but in reality,
it was mainly
one of *** & alcohol.

We practiced endlessly,
dulled our senses
to break the ice,
imbibed unlimited amounts
of mind twisting elixirs.

Then we'd bend each other
into sensuous body-positions
& I'd fill you up
deeply
with copious amounts
of your favorite
substance.

Too bad
there was no such thing
as sexting back then,
we could've skipped
the heavy drinking
we used for foreplay.

We really should've had
our sweet **** fun
without the use of spirits
anyways &
no hangovers
would have
been swell.

Yep, I wished we would've
had such technology,
it would've saved us
hundreds,
maybe even thousands.