I know the flesh, it serves me wrong,
Summer wine, endless lust, misunderstood hearts.
I brought you there, to eternal pleasure,
The smile melted to a tears grace in your eyes.
How the past has forgoten us all, you were my queen,
I have seen you, you forget.
Nudity beckons ones memories at times,
but if I could go back in time, it would be to my birth.
I am not unhappy now,
seven years pass quick, I still read Bukowski,
She reminds me of you, Sometimes.