For Dave (or Fuck Me)

We were friends
or so I thought
Then he said he loved me
The good girl, she was pretty sure
All he wanted was to fuck me.

A poolside table in July
We sat beside our friends and wives.
He looked at me, such longing stares
If those others were not there
That night, he could have fucked me.

Years passed by,
He wrote to me
Of all he thought and felt
And if he had the chance,
Details--describing how he’d fuck me.

The good girl, she was so afraid
of hurting friends and lovers.
But bad girl, she was terrified.
She came out screaming,
FUCK ME!

An August day, we drove away
The good girl left behind.
The door slammed shut,
Our passions Burned…
And Oh God-- How He Fucked Me!

The good girl,
She is useless now
She really had to go
And the bad girl, whether right or wrong
There’s one thing that I know…
I’m so glad she let him fuck me.