Marooned ver. 3

[ISawASpaceship]

I massaged your back 
while Rainy Night in Georgia played.
A rabbi’s daughter, dark princess, (I particularly like this line)
you called me out 
into the early spring night,
I remember only your laughter 
against my loins,

you told me of your lovers,
you wanted to live in a house 
on a beach in Oregon
with a man who didn’t care 
who else held you. (Personally, I'd add the word 'had' here. Just a small difference so that it reads "who else had held you")

The next night you appeared
and a hot rod angel
homed on to your come hither
before I could ready my heart
for the shock of seeing love
when she is not looking.

I like how your poem shows the memories in vivid detail.