For K.
Freckled face, honey brown hair,
Filly legs, skin so fair,
A slender waist, a clever mind,
My sister’s friend, a splendid find.
We drove into the Southern night
Suffused with soft and warm moonlight,
And came upon a place to park,
Beside the church was safe and dark.
I tasted lips so sweet and fine
And felt your apple breasts divine,
I wished that we could longer stay
And while the starry night away.
But youth is fleeting, never long,
And memory’s a wistful song
That sings to me its tune anew
With tender thoughts of me and you.
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