She took off her stockings. I held 'em 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. And down to the road below. I felt my stomach tighten. As the sun bloodied the sky. And sliced through hotel blinds. I closed my eyes. Sunlight on the Amatitlan. Sunlight streaming through your hair. In the Valle de dos Rios. The smell of mock orange filled the air. We rode with the vaqueros. Down into cool rivers of green. I was sure the work and the smile coming out 'neath your hat. Was all I'll ever need. Somehow all you ever need's. Never 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 bought 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