Next Week for More

Three day beard
rental truck
thinking of
my good luck,
Here, mid-week
in your town
wondering if
you're around,

Your man's working
his oil-patch trade
and I'm looking
to get laid,
Seems a match
not to resist
on the top
of my list,

We were lovers
as you know
long before
the current show,
Long before
your kids and such
a bit like
Sundance and Butch,

Partners in
a dozen crimes
gallons of tequila
cases of limes,
Sex a couple
times a day
both liking it
that way,

So up your drive
park in the rear
you're standing there
intentions clear,
You smile your smile
lick your lips
put both hands
on your hips,

We kiss right there
long and deep
all the memories
that I keep,
Of your body
of your soul
all the crazy
rock-n-roll,

All the things
we did, and where
all the clothes
we didn't wear,
Those work-hard summers
play-hard too
up in the mountains
me and you,

What were we thinking
why did we split
it's not like
we didn't fit,
But that was then
ancient history
just part
of the mystery,

I undo your buttons
unzip your jeans
no underwear
so it seems,
You say you like
the feel of skin
you feel like
a kid again,

I pick you up
legs wrapped 'round
the back guest room
your laughing sound,
You tell me I'm
fucking crazy
I tell you that
you're just too lazy,

You lay there bare
smiling wide
while I get naked
nothing to hide,
We then embrace
kiss and screw
for an hour
me and you,

You make some lunch
toasted cheese
I kiss your elbows
kiss your knees,
Kiss every inch
of your skin
suggest we do
it again,

You say I'm crazy
but consent
and I leave five hundred
bucks for rent,
You tell me that
you're not a whore
but invite me back
next week for more....