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I was a kid in love, in deep adoration, oh the worship,
    The longing affection that I breathed a thousand times;
I wrote his name in my notebook, David, Dave, Mrs. David,
        Oh, it was love forever and ever and ever, I knew that.

I kissed him with passion in my mind and my dreams,
    A girl of sixteen, a girl with stars in her eyes for this guy;
I wrote him love letters that winged themselves to no where,
        He was a God, so regal on his big, black, shiny motorcycle.

He was everything that my parents would have hated,
     Rough, streetwise, a real bad boy, reckless and free;
But for me he was my everything and he left me breathless.
        Then one day while I was walking, he pulled up with a roar.

He asked me to go for a ride and I did not hesitate,
     I jumped on that bike like I had been doing it always;
Soon the wind was roaring and the open road was looming,
        The trees were a blur of green and I hung on to his waist.

Soon we stopped for a drink and fries and we kissed,
     Want to come to Daytona with me, he asked easily;
Holy smokes, my parents would never let me do that ever,
          But I did not want to look like a baby so I said, why not.

I sneaked in my room and grabbed some clothes,
    Mom was on the telephone and Dad was in the yard;
Then away I roared, I was free and reckless too, a warrior,
        I would stop somewhere and call them, but I never did.

We stayed the nights in real sleazy hotel rooms,
    Oh those red hot nights of passion, it was so real;
That I will remember forever and ever and ever for sure,
       David was sensual and sexy and I was in lust with him.

But, I was getting tired of the wind and my butt hurt,
     This wildness was starting to not be such a good idea;
This God of mine, handsome, sexy was about as dumb as a rock,
          Somehow the love and lust were just not enough for this girl.

When he was in a store buying cigarettes, I took off,
     I grabbed my stuff and stuck out my finger to hitchhike;
A truck stopped right away and I jumped in not looking back,
          A fatherly like man at the wheel said, where you going honey.

Home, I said, tears falling down my cheeks . . .  

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July 2, 2016

Poetry/Narrative/He Was My Everything
copyright Protected, ID 16-805-771-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

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