She was a whore, and only a whore,
Who didn't love me at all.
But she treated me well and showed me the way,
When manhood came to call.
Others came later, with faces and names,
Some forgotten, though enjoyed so much.
Yet, she's on the list of the ones I recall,
Her look, her taste, and her touch.
I'm settled now, with my aches and pains,
Though I've had days of sorrow and joy.
But I remember the night in that hot border town,
The last time I was a boy.
Donovan Baldwin