She was older and should have been wiser
She had words to intoxicate and I was'¦
Her muse, she said and she penned...
"Awash in the ugly morning light
A pale dolphin sleek firm strong
playful tossing bed coverings as
if erupting from beneath the waves
in all directions pillows spray and
your mocking merry eyes dance
rainbows'¦"
she wrote I was
"sex
in old ripped jeans
stalking cat quiet
over hard wood floors a
dangerous delinquent with a
dancers grace wild untamed..."
but I was still young
and ego filled my desires to
fill her with needs and wants
and then I left after
tempting her with dreams
sipped over wine
on sun warmed stones
outside the Grand Hotel
as a sinking sun
glinted off tepid waters
of Mobile bay'¦
She was older and should have been wiser
She needed the man of me now not the
boy of me then for what might have been

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