Do you remember me?

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Salute.

I awoke as the leaves dripped silvery tendrils of warm invitations 

of pleasure upon my hot brow. 

I looked around as she moved around restlessly. 

Not realizing I was awake. 

That beautiful figure I once spied in the Deep South whilst visiting Little Rock. 

Her quaint smile as our eyes once met over a hot cup of coffee

 at Starbucks.

I watched her take in my form slowly. 

I always thought. 

This woman before me has such power.

I remember her saying.

If you want me to be yours, 

be under that lamp post over there at midnight as the world sleeps, 

and we’ll meet. 

I don’t normally do this, 

but your luscious lips look like they were made by the 

Almighty to be kissed.

Well, here she comes. 

She tastes like the nectar of the gods, 

Skin still so soft, it’s incredible.

Well, that was yesteryear. I brought her home to Pinetown. 

Next to Queensburgh by the Umbolo river.

My hut, my lands and my friends in the forests 

were her to command but a strange sensation 

Still haunts me.

I feel she wants the keys to my golden Honda 

as if the old world, she once lived within

Wants to see her.

Do I let her go

As she straddles me

I know the answer

As our lips meet

I know not what the future may bring

But I know this

My soul was claimed by that first exquisite kiss

Under that lamp post in the Deep South

By the girl with the golden guitar

Who ventured so far