On the Way

I knew a girl, a women, (a bitch)
we once made love in a side-road ditch
the warmth of late spring, the noon of the day
two thousand two, either June, or late May ...

We were driving along in the music the breeze
she was kissing my ear with her hand on my knees
I was getting erect and she said stop the truck
with the music still playing we had a nice fuck ...

She put on my shirt and I pulled on my pants
got back in the truck by the barbed wire fence
turned up the music and gave her some gas
both of us smiling from a bit of quick ass ...

We motored along for an hour or two
then found a motel that we thought would do
made love again on a squeaky old bed
it could have been that we might have said ...

That we loved each other but what did we know
no more alike than Summer and Snow
but it was a nice trip and I smile to this day
the places we made love on the way ...