Friday, July 24, 2009

A poem for a beautiful woman

I met a girl
On a bus

We had lunch
And got on a boat

We walked around an island
We got a little sunburnt

We drank and smoked for a couple of days
I think we were friends.

We made an octapus sandcastle
And talked about religious trends.

I spent a day throwing up
Every 15 minutes or less
She didn't even act disgusted
She just showed concern for my health

We shared a bed but I couldn't share anything more.
We kissed (Well I kissed, just on lips, no lusty tongues) and rubbed arms and that was it.

There was no more.
If that was it
At least I have that to remember this.
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