Sunblock
In my sixteens I used to go to Rockaway Park
on the A train made famous by Armstrong's song,
it had rides, small restaurants and a clean beach...
there I got golden brown with lots of cappertone.
I looked more handsome in a tan that boys envied,
and flexing my sexy body, I seduced many girls.
Back then in the late sixties, gals who whistled
to get a boy's attention was considered rude,
had they lived today, it would have been quite normal...
has any woman winked at you when you walked
on the boardwalk or lay on a beach towel?
Don't be embarrassed because lifestyles change...
and we must change, if we ought to fit in!
Sometimes romance or flirting didn't come that easily,
with a long face I hopped on the train and viewed
the Jamaica Bay with its wild life unfolding before me...
the quietest place for a teenager who loved Nature;
and while many sunsets saw me spell-bound,
I hated to go back and live the mundane life,
but at least I had gotten an adorable tan and looked hot!
My completion is ruddy as Adam's was...what a healthy, attractive color!
It wont take much sunblock to get darker than those California guys...
what about the pretty girls seen on Baywatch? Pamela looks great in summer.
And crossing my fingers, I wish for one like that to excite my nights!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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