she wore levis
and pink underwear
had a mane
of course blonde hair,
she had a wake
of frustrated lovers
that she would abuse
under the covers,
force them to fuck her
until satisfied
then depart
and go for a ride,
on parallel rails
towards the horizon
a female version
on good ol' Heizen...
...berg you know
that time-space dude
whose principle says
you'd get screwed,
by trying to know
both momentum and place
but this girl thought
of sex as a race,
and all I have
is a scrap of pink lace
as I masturbate
hold it to my face ...
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