Memory Of A Lad Poem by Maritza Rivas

Crystal clear, perfect shine, and a grain of blue in the absorbing drop
gracefully runs down his check and successfully gets its way down his milky neck,
I watch the perfect sight without wanting to meet his diamond eyes,
I watch carefully expecting a stop,
from his milky neck to his goddess chest,
I should feel ashamed but too distracted to feel so,
I can feel his stare yet too eager to keep watching the scene,
it finally comes to an end,
half way down his smooth, perfect chest,
I look up to his beautiful shimmering smile and curious eyes,
I look away with a racing heart and flaming checks,
and left with a memory of a young man.

-Maritza R.