Faulty Recollection

It lingers on my memory's edge,
Is it
Susan-
Mary-
Jane?
Illusive as the very air,
Everywhere and still not there.
I should know it but daring to ask,
Would add fuel to a flame,
For though her body pleased me so,
I cannot recall her name.

Her taste, her touch, her moans, her sighs,
Resides in my retention.
My adventure 'tween her tender thighs,
Brought complete satisfaction .
But when by chance I met her,
Far from my silken linen.
I just could not remember then,
If she was
Grace-
or Eve-
Or Ellen.

It touched my tongue just at the edge,
But not enough for me to say.
My face turned twenty shades of red,
Was this
Cathy-
Lisa-
Or Faye?
As waves of shame swept over me,
I searched my mind in vain.
I remembered every ecstasy,
Everything-
Except her name.