Marialoves@mail.Me Poem by Zyw Zywa

Swimming pool conversations, half-naked
and touch-ready making an impression
yes
shiny rubbing each other in
under the hems and guess
yes
familiar curious innocence
of drowsing together

no
no desperate glances at him
no way for him to sound out if I
no
no embraces
no sweet words
.....please
no conquest with my breasts
.....and longing mouth
no
no making his heart skip
.....with bated breath, waiting

saying no
long before
he asks me