To a Short Brunette I Knew

We met at work inside the dorm,

And on a dark-haired girl as short as you,

I had not seen a more shapely form.

You never seemed to have a clue,

Of my love that swelled in heart and lung,

Your Buddy Holly glasses through which you'd wink,

I loved almost as much as your pierced tongue.

One night we went to my place for a drink,

You complained that wrestling needed more blood,

Then we went to my room to kiss and touch a bit.

When I made you scream I felt like a stud,

But after climax eight you laughed and split.

I had special feelings for you but you had other men,

Soon you left to study abroad and I never saw you again.