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Click hereI read the news on-line
wait for my coffee to drip
wonder if you're alive
still that girl, so hip,
when was it we loved
that summer of seventy two?
I liked nothing better
than making love with you,
in your mountain tent
beside that aspen creek
you the girl so cool
me the clumsy geek,
You taught me love can be
smooth as morning dew
no rush to arrive
oh, the things you'd do,
your tongue was like an angel
your fingers like a friend
each would gently touch me
then touch me again and again,
send shivers down my spine
stop my breath, my heart
we'd often spend an hour
getting to the part,
I'd explode like a rocket
the way I no longer do
sometimes a bit embarrassed
it seemed to please you,
drop in exhausted pleasure
your tongue would find my tool
lick me like a cat
I watched you like a fool,
the fool who left that autumn
headed down the track
we said we'd meet again
but I never did get back,
you went off to grad school
I went off to war
my next so-called lover
was a twenty-dollar whore,