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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.
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
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