She took off her stockings
I held them to my face
She had your ankles
I felt filled with grace
"Two hundred dollars straight in
Two-fifty up the ass" she smiled and said
She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair
And sat in front of me on the bed
She said, "Honey, how's that feel
Do you want me to go slow?"
My eyes drifted out the window
Down to the road below
I felt my stomach tighten
The sun bloodied the sky
And sliced through the hotel blinds
I closed my eyes
Sunlight on the Amatitlan*
Sunlight streaming thru your hair
In the Valle dos Rios*
Smell of mock orange filled the air
We rode with the vaqueros*
Down into cool rivers of green
I was sure the work and that smile coming out 'neath your hat
Was all I'd ever need
Somehow all you ever need's never really quite enough you know
You and I, Maria, we learned it's so
She slipped me out of her mouth
"You're ready" she said
She took off her bra and panties, wet her fingers, slipped it inside her
And crawled over me on the bed
She poured me another whisky, said "Here's to the best you ever had"
We laughed and made a toast
It wasn't the best I ever had
Not even close
*Amatitlan - rivière du centre du Mexique
*Valle de dos Rios - Vallée des deux Rivières
*Vaqueros - cowboys