Spoilt Brat
A soft spring breeze blows gently
across the open toes
of my Italian leather sandals.
Sitting on the weathered oaken bench
I can picture you swinging on those wooden slat swings
with your flowing hair pushed back in a ponytail
bouncing up and down off the top of your cashmere sweater
I imagine your little smile as you giggled with your girlfriends
I can still see that little twinkle in your eye as you caught me staring at you
I smiled and my cheeks turned a pinkish red
I remember walking over your way and asking your name
You said it was Spoilt Brat and I couldn't help laugh
We took a walk as all your friends watched
You were so bold, grabbing my hand and starting to run
We ran so fast and then fell helplessly in the grass
You touched my faced and pulled me in
and we kissed, oh such a wonderful kiss
so soft and light. you lit up my night
Such beautiful memories coming back to me
on this sunny spring day.
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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