Photo taken by moi.
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.
Naked in a sea of nakedness
My eyes searched for Allie
Why did I come to this sex club
lust and desire
to satisfy her curiosity
Or my own
Why did I take my eyes off of her
This was dangerous
Like taking an arsonist to a lumber yard
And this idiot
Gave her matches and lighter fluid
My heart beat like jungle drums
Where was she
I tried to sort through the images
Bodies writhing
Mouths kissing
She was nowhere to be found
Then I spotted a small crowd
My heart sank
Allie loved an audience
I slowly neared
Dreading what was coming
My eyes needed to see
What my heart would never accept
Looking over broad shoulders
I found the woman of my life
With three men
Hands explored the treasures
I thought were only mine
They did everything
But one thing bothered me
More than anything else
The look on her face
She was truly happy
With head bowed I walked away
It will never be the same Devil Girl
To be continued
The Lonely Author 