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YOUNG LOVE SWINGS


A golden sunset setting before them.
Two young teens bewitched, hardly in boredom.

The young teen girl in the soft, coral knee-highs stood.
Oh, if only a kiss on her lips thought he, if I only could.

They stood in wonderment of the tall, wispy weeds of
their sunset Spring.
That undulating moment of sacred, sexual awakening.

He, in his new Chinos and shirt, so vibrantly rooster red.
Matched the libidinous thoughts that danced about in his 
tousled, boyish head.

The trees seemed to bow, creating a private love cave.
The boy, leaned over, and upon her lips, the softest,
sweetest, cotton-candy kiss gave.


                   May 29, 2020
                   3:30 pm PST
                   
                    Poem# 1,304

Copyright © Panagiota Romios

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