Playgrounds...
Remember...
Parties in vast, secluded fields,
Bonfires,
Kegs of beer...
Unwitting parents believing we were
God knows where...
Remember...
Your touch so gentle, stroking
My golden brown hair,
Driving me home ~ majorette practice...
The intellectual jock in the souped-up
Dark green Chevy Impala ~ so splendid...
Remember...
Listening to "Sister Golden Hair"..."Daisy Jane"...
Funny how the Night Moves in woods...
With pounding rain...our omen
To hasten home,
My dad waiting...door opened...
Remember...
You walked miles to see me
By my pool wearing but a tiny white
"Do Not Tailgate" string bikini...
Our initial gateway to passion...
I wonder...
Was it love, or simply raging pheromones..........................
Written for Timmy...................
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
