Thank You!

After a month
Of  fondling each other
And than going home
Frustrated and on fire
My girl friend had
Had enough.
She rented a motel room
And told me to be there at six.

After a half hour of fumbling
I lasted three seconds.
Seconds lasted six
And by seven thirty
My girl friend was packing up
And heading back to her dorm.

I stayed the night in the room
Awash in the smell of sex
Dreaming of all the pleasures
That awaited me now
That I was an initiate to the mystery.

My girl friend dumped me the next week.
I don’t blame her
She  had
had a lover before
She knew that sex
Was supposed to last
More than six seconds.

And though it was many years before
I  could say I was a good lover
At least I was on my way
Like the Fool of the tarot
striding off into the world
oblivious to
The cliff ahead
And the crouching lion behind.