The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door The baby breeze blew briskly Like the swiftness of a light limb, Caressing my lonesome heart, As it bore her voice nigh: quest of hearts. I looked through the silk curtain Obstruenting my view of the silken. She was in her night gown: cruel bikini. The swell of her breast, a calling fountain. I wanted to dash into the waves, Get locked up in its coziness. But, she pulled the curtain over again: The girl next door just never cares. Return I then to my cushion again disappointed, With a tortured hope: perhaps, she feels same bout me. 19:06:28:19:22 Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. The girl next Door