By The Guppy
Date: 6 July 1999

ex-stacy

she's got a real bad case of telling me
exactly how it was when we first met
as if it was a tragedy
that i was willing to forget her
like it wasn't circumstance
that brought our eyes to lock in contact
like by breaking our romance
i was somehow tearing up a contract

but i, i have seen a lot of people
walking 'round with senses reeling
learning nothing 'cept a feeling
fleeting, bleeting
lamblike in their misconstrued conceptions
of a higher force
but, no divine connection
could end with divorce
i clearly heard it murmured
straight from the source
so she said
with tongue in cheek
a look so meek and voice so bold
sexy, sleek and somewhat cold
a brainy braggart on a balance beam
like jimmy swaggart with a tambourine
but much better looking
i knew what she had cooking
i got a clue as she unbuttoned her blouse
said she liked what i've done with the house
said she missed it oh so much
also said she loved the touches
i used to give when we were lovers
the dreamlike dance under the covers
the pulsing passions we exchanged
our writhing bodies and our brains
with tongue in cheek
her tongue in mine
her body begging for my time
her fingers fumbling with the buttons
baring more than i could bear
freeing her flesh to midnight's air
a scent of skin and brush of hair
a female force that threw me down
and followed me down
with fire
her tongue like liquid lava tracing
trails and patterns across my chest
lips encasing a firey furnace
hair flowing, softly, cooling
and her breasts
gently touching down
retracing trails
her breath, her steam upon my neck
and mine on hers
our bodies mixing, slowly sinking
drinking in each other's aura
feeding off each other's form
sweet frenzy in our rhythmic storm
a tidal wave of lover's passion
rising, falling, rolling, blending
increasing volume until the crashing
breaking
endng
and arms enfolding each to other
drift back to shore

but, that was then