Katie and I

Katie and I
in the back of her truck
she always said
she wanted to fuck,
me someday
under bright desert sun
she said she thought
it might be fun,

her husband and I
worked together
she came to the field
whenever,
she could
get away
and it was
that way, today,

it was high noon
somewhere in Nevada
we were acquiring
geo data,
stopped for lunch
a couple warm beers
she asked if I
would shift her gears,

wearing Lee jeans
and a cowgirl shirt
red cowgirl boots
if she kicked it'd hurt,
her hair was short
curly and brown
she asked if I
had been around,

with the girl at the office
front-desk brunette
she said she'd make
a ten-dollar bet,
that I had fucked her
a half dozen times
then she asked
what rang my chimes,

undid a snap
then two more
her cowgirl shirt
was no more,
suggested that I
reciprocate
I took off my shirt
I remember the date,

it was July one
just north of Mesquite
she pulled her boots
off of her feet,
set there on
the gate of the truck
said it was a
great day to fuck,

held up her legs
I pulled off her Lee's
bright sun
a slight desert breeze,
panties were red
bra the same color
but neither offered
very much cover,

on the gate of the truck
she watched me undress
Levi's and boots
black boxers, good guess,
my erection ready
long, hard and thick
she said she figured
I had a big prick,

spun around
positioned just so
head tossed back
she started to blow,
on my penis
desert sun bright
truly a noon-
day delight,

we proceeded
I unhooked her bra
pulled off her panties
there I saw,
her curly hair
the same style
as the hair on her head
which made me smile,

we then positioned
ourselves just so
and both watched
my penis go,
in her vagina
well lubricated
we both wondered
why we had waited,

to fuck today
could have done it last year
it was inevitable
that was clear,
the rest of the summer
and into the fall
we screwed until
we hit the wall,

winter came
religion she found
got a divorce
and I left town,
for a job overseas
heard she moved west
stuck in a rut
so probably best,

I think of her now
in the bed of that truck
on the one-to-ten scale
an eleven-five fuck,
location - location
the spark of delight
with bright desert sun
our bodies fused tight ...