tried to visualize a box canyon

i'd seen quite  few in my time

venecia was hotter than ever

there was no way I could say no

she has a sharp mind .. body that won't wait

while we rode to the box canyon

she spilled her entire tragic story

her husband was a stoner pothead

would never work so she'd left him in another state

said she didn't care for cocaine .. only going along

related viola had been dating rednecks

asked why i'd moved far ..up to colorado

told her my story .. leaving nothing out

there existed a strong attraction between us

parked along the box canyon's arroyo .. we kissed

kissed .. kept kissing .. soon lost our clothes

there on the side of the deserted highway

up against .. on the hood of her sports car

twice we made the most passionate love

all the while looking far .. far down

into the secluded .. rustic box canyon

frightened pack of horses .. all running wild

fear of lightning had put a scare into them

perspiring rivulets .. we drank more longnecks

damn it .. venecia smelled so pleasant

breathing her in .. outside, in nature

was quite a burning hot turn on

then and there we made plans

she wanted to escape from mario

it would be awhile before we'd actually move

first to return home like nothing happened

then she'd to pick mario up for his rehab

they'd reconstructed his nasal cavity

he'd damaged it from snorting cocaine

once back .. he kept playing crazily with his gun

cocaine screaming through his fucked up mind

waving the .38 at us .. he was all over the place

everyone kept snorting generous eight balls

every hour on the hour .. all night and day

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