I was there because I have had a gift card for that damn place for 10 years.
I tried on black pants, stepped out of the dressing room and asked her how they looked.
She said they looked good and I told her I wanted to buy her lunch.
Fast forward to us fucking in my hotel room,
her name was Maiden, as she referred,
a Florida girl in Tennessee, running when she met me,
and I am just a poor poet on the road.
We made love two and a half more times,
talking about the river and looking at it in doggy style,
and before she left, she admitted the pants were overpriced,
but I told her I only got them because of her.