On the last day of your acquaintance
Her hair seems blacker than before
As drives her ancient aqua Cadillac
The curve of her lip, the curve of her hip
Call up the memory of her breasts
And the taste of her thighs
And places more hidden
That come unbidden to your mind now
As she departs
The art of goodbye leaves you too.
Too soon though
All you'll recall are those blue eyes
And the call of her skin
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