Our studious days blended
into frolicking nights
then back
into studious
days again.
A perfect rhytym
accompanied us
behind the scenes of madness,
bits of debauchery
& body experimention.
We played stick quiz
after kissing the ****.
Wild Turkey & J.D.
waited in the wings
to pick up the slack.
Flake was there too.
Who knew what that
**** would do,
wired paranoia ******.
And then there were
long episodes of Kama sutra-type
behavior.
All of us were
saviors to each other,
emptying our hormonal-vaults
in abundance,
the floodgates opened,
usually after Louie Louie dances.
The first time I tasted
beads of shower water
on hard *******,
amongst other delicacies,
was back in those days.
Baby said we gotta go
& we did.
Man that was delicious.