Lisa Was the Very First Love of My Youth

Lisa was the very first love of my youth, even her voice had the sound of a flute; how funny she looked with those huge, black sunglasses matching her blue bikini...honestly I had plenty of laughs! I surely approached like any other boy would, trying to mentally rehearse my intent... and finding courage took a planned incident, which made me conquer her with an insincere word. "Sorry for messing up your clean blanket, the hot sand burned my feet and I got mad!" I humbly said with the tenderest voice to win her favor... " No need to apologize. " she replied, touching her red hair. And suddenly a summer steamy love began... how delighted and how lucky I was to have gotten away so shamelessly with my pretense, then she asked me to get off the hot sand and sit on her blanket to listen to Cher...oh, she longed for her Sonny! Lisa was the very first love of my youth filled with sensation; when I open my cluttered closet, a withered carnation, she put in my tuxedo jacket, still evokes our last date... the eighties were a joy to explore with her without any haste.