The Day a Boy Became a Man
Pacing up and down, finally I yell
are we ever going to do this?
yeah, yeah, hold your horses
I’m coming he screams…
eventually he appears
dressed in a black jeans
and white tight fitted shirt
with bulges in all the right places…
gob smacked, eyes wide,
mouth hanging open
uhm where did you say
we’re going again?
to a friend’s birthday party he says
err, so you’re going dressed like that? I ask
finding it difficult to close my mouth, still in shock…
Yep he say’s while grabbing the car keys,
as he makes his way to the door…
but you never dressed like this before
why now? I asked while running after him
the view from behind is even better
I have a sudden urge to touch his bum
half distracted I almost walk into him..
why not? Is his retort as he opens
the car door for me…
I feel tempted to touch him in a non buddy way…
Uhm do you think I’m overdress? I ask
While fluttering my eyelashes …
nah you look stunning, he says
as he pulls out of the driveway…
still unsure what to make of the man next to me
he seems like a stranger
when did I lose my best friend?
My eyes has finally opened
my best buddy has grown up,
he became a man,
a hot blooded male at that…
what is a girl to do?
pretend not to notice
or make a play for him
before we hit the party,
before the vultures come out to play….
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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