Jasmine

Jasmin, a flower rare, its scent can turn your head
My youthful head was turned when Jasmin appeared
Black as coal, pert and pretty, petite, eyes like saucers
Pillow lips that folded in like the hem of the Lord's gown
Perfect breasts, nipples that stood upright like sun flowers
She wore no bra as was the fashion
We toured Europe together with kisses and caresses
"Play with me but don't fuck me" she said as we smoked Hash
I respected you, rolled you over and placed my cock between your legs
I thrust till i came
It worked so many times
You said my cum was good for your skin
You rubbed it on your ass and thighs, even your breasts
Something went awry that last night
When we awoke in the morning
The bed was filled with warm virgin blood
"That's ok," you said
We dressed, I tipped the pensione woman extra lira
Knowing the blood would require effort
As it had for me
I drove you to the Rome Airport
Kissed and waved goodbye
I still have the lovely letter you wrote so long ago
The paper is yellow and there is no forwarding address
I never left Europe for many years
I never saw you again
I cry when I read your letter and think of what might have been
What we might have shared
Perhaps we shared the best of times?