Green lake, green eyes and tawny thighs
Suit color gone not from bad eyes
Teenage lust borders tan lines
Finger tips brush brief defines
Sheer knit top clings over cold chills
Laying down flat breasts begin to spill
Not for a want of miss caring
I covered up her cold baring
© 2011 Michael Yost
the title is smiling..
Trying to capture a 40 year memory.. smiles..
the green eyes … those green eyes …
I’d tell you her name, but I might get in trouble… smiles… even after 40 years…
beautifully paced. i really enjoyed reading this… a few times!
“Thanks Reese”, he said dripping with sweetness. smiles…
I found your link on Jingle poetry and have had a great time reading your work.
You might like to see my blog if you like poetry and more inspiration, I do it all for free and aid fellow poets in their writing endeavors!
Took a look and it looks interesting. I’ll be back and check out the offerings listed.