Mary Jane Ii

She was subtle, but turbulent at times We had nightly excursions, a few trips around the sun Now she is nothing but a memory My encounters with her are indefinitely done Though she took on various shapes I was most aroused to see her draped in white Tightly wrapped and blazing hot Her look, taste and feel, such a delight I closed my lips around her and inhaled her delicious sin No matter what my mood before I couldn't help but wear a grin Despite what others may say She was great at stimulating creative thought I learned to think outside the box Something my teachers always taught Without her, we accept things as they are the truth is where our thought process ends She taught me to question everything The truth being where it begins The day came when I outgrew her I yearned for a sobering existence She will always live in my memories As a beloved past experience