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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.
This is our story.
after weeks of fighting
I stood outside the terminal
Allie had a plane ticket
Destination unknown to me
We had one final embrace
she fondled my crotch
In the middle of the crowd
I shook my head
She smiled and whispered
It will be forever be mine
She turned to walk away
Before entering the tunnel
A slight breeze lifted her dress
Exposing her bare bottom
To my tear filled eyes
It was a lonely trip back home
Followed by lonely months
Perhaps you won’t understand
We were interlocking pieces
Of an intricate puzzle
She zigged where I zagged
She filled my voids
Allie detested many things
She hated plain and routine
vanilla ice cream
Television and missionary
But in some sick
Unexplainable way
She loved an ordinary guy like me
I think of her often
I wonder how she is
she was so many things to me
but I remember Allie best
with three little words
Forever Devil Girl
Thank you for reading.
The Lonely Author 