jet lag, jet lag
three in the morning
cup of coffee
in bed, not snoring,
not with the girl
is seat 3B
I wonder how
that would be,
she was young
(aren't they all?)
tiny butt
and fairly tall,
wedding ring
the size of Venus
could probably slip it
over my penis,
does she sleep
in the nude
with her husband
or some dude,
she met in
the first class lounge
I sure for friends
she doesn't scrounge,
is she a girl
who shaves her twat
has a tattoo
some secret spot,
probably lost her
cherry early
surely a "Heather"
not a "Shirley"
odd the people
we don't meet
the fantasies
that they keep,
fun to think
who they might be
naked together
she and me,
how many lovers
have they had
are they good
are they bad,
do hey fuck
like crazy rabbits
or at home wear
cloister habits?
so here's to the women
I don't know
all those places
I didn't go,
but in a sea
of happenstance
still lots to do
with friends who dance ...
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