Who’s Who

by Roxie Powell

Sure, I remember you
Like an eclipse or aurora borealis
You come when you exist —
Yeah, you did a number on me.

Sure, I remember you sliding
On my sheets, leaving my pipe
In a mess at the center of the bed,
You got up and left me
I remember you, sure as hell.

You got down
And said my tingle white panties
Were the only thing that ever
Turned you on, you said it was
The way they felt on your nose

More than the smell
And mostly you waited
To bring me off because you
Worshiped me, and I did you
No wrong,
You only wanted my heart – sore
Ass to be a part of you
For as long as it took

Sure, I remember you.