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
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