When I met you
you were so wonderfully young.

I couldn't believe that
so much body and ass
could somehow fit in a twenty-one year old frame,
it was like you weren't the final product of sex
but rather the spitting image of it.

When I pulled you into the bathroom and spun you around
I had never seen anyone go down on it that quickly before,
like you were starving
and you hadn't been so delightfully fed
in
months.

They don't make enough soap to wash all of you off,
but baby,
you're still the best
I ever
had.