I KNEW HER BUT AN HOUR, by John Hawkes
I knew her but an hour,
I kissed her cherry lips,
She Let me play inside her heart,
She let me touch her hips,
Her voice was cool and soothing,
Her touch was soft and warm,
I knew her but an hour,
I turned, and she was gone.
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