An Ending In September

You're an ugly face with craving skin I can't wait long to kiss. You're an eye lid frightened powdered face. A love that I can't miss. You're the skirt filled legged, primest girl I could hope to see. You're a straight taunt blouse with ample breasts showing all that you can be. You're the girl next door leaning to the fence, swooning up against one knee. You're a perm haired whirl turning all the heads with me hoping you are free. You're the first kiss made in a passioned wrestle from two tongues without a sound. You're a night of passion to a dawn of rest with the day swept off the ground. You're the girl for me till our time runs out and our love's left to remember. You're a memory made in a notch for me in an ending in September.