Koolaid Balloons Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

She liked the very idea
and I the taste
of KoolAid, grape,
in her innie,
which is a bellybutton
that likes to stay warm,
enveloped by folds of
bellyfat skin,
we did play away much of
every summer day
back in the innocence
of nineteen sixty five,
yet, I was shy as much as she
and glances to the prize
though frequent and of heat
did not progress,
but did remain balloons
of somewhat lustful thoughts
that floated up
up and away.