Little Buckaroo Disappears in a Heartbeat
To disappear in a heartbeat. I did it once, and I’ve not been the same since.
A shrink told me that I only imagined it, but she was young and half naked at the time and not thinking clearly.
“It never happened, Little Buckaroo,” she said, “that strange journey into a heartbeat.”
That’s what she called me when she was aroused, Little Buckaroo.
“You’re dreaming options,” she said. “No good can come from looking for Shangri-La in a heartbeat.
“Oh!” she said. “Touch me there!”
And I did. I touched her there and everywhere, and I took her to Shangri-La.
Once you disappear in a heartbeat, women fall from the night sky like stars.
