hangover

we had sat in this tavern until i looked good to her...
and it took a while before she reached that point.
before i knew it i was in the back seat of her cab,
having my fingers slid down inside of her jeans.
she was ready and i wish that i had been.
her clothing had been completely removed
before i could explain how drunk i was.
it was like trying to stuff a marshmallow
into a piggy bank.
i had passed out before she had tied me up,
by the wrists and with the seat belts.
we had awoken to the sound of a school bus
parked along side of us,
in the back seat of her cab...
with the air conditioning set on december...
and her crotch in my face.
i'll never forget the look on those children's faces.