You put on your pink spotted dress
As skinny as can be
Makeup on
Lipstick ready to go
You stepped out side telling your mother you were going to the library
Well that was a lie
You know it
All of the trouble and the lies
All just for a guy
He meets you at the park
Telling his mother he has baseball practice
Alone at last
Think about the past
Do you remember what your dad said
'Be back by seven Heaven'
6: 27
Better do it
You led him to the park bench
6: 35
Here we go
Before you know it
He is already on it
He pulls you in slowly
Heads turning left and right
Its time
Lips are slowly gliding
Up
Down
Left
Right
He resist but you let him go
He isn't as good as you expect
You get home 7: 21
How did it take so long
'Heaven where were you? '
'Where are your books? '
'I let my friend borrow them for homework daddy.'
I sat and waited for a call
A text
Email
Something
Nothing
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A well articulated piece of poetry, nicely penned with insight. A lovely poem that depicts youthful exuberance and the anxiety of waiting for a supposed lover's call after a rendezvous. Thanks for sharing Sydney. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.