Mary Jane
She was not mine for long.
Her man lived in a double-wide,
down a dusty Florida road.
With mouth and tongue,
I explored her
the florets,
her aromatic buds.
When we parted
she left me with a cough.
Shortly after, I took up with Jack D.
Strictly platonic
but we do sleep well together.
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