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