Sitting behind you
Watching you hunched over a paper;
The mind went back to that day,
That memorable day,
That cool afternoon on the beach;
Dressed in tight light blue jeans shorts
That snugly hugged the tender thighs,
And soft pink short sleeved shirt
That imprisoned two ripe breasts
And hugged the wasp-like waist.
The impact increased the heart beats
The feet froze
The temperature rose
And sweat trickled in spite of the breeze,
The shake of the tender hands
Sent a chill down the spine
Time stood still
Breath came in short sharp hisses
Lips trembled
Never had desire so high rose
Control over eyes was lost
As it roamed over the lovely toes
The magnificent torso
And hair that in the wind swayed.
Though the memory still remains
Nothing of what was said
Had been retained!
And I still remember that afternoon
Do you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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