Coming of Age, a poem
Warmest wind moving the tall grass,
Scorching sun in a cloudless sky
Last summer of innocent youth
Brought you and me together.
You, you said, have just turned sixteen,
I'm a few months younger than you,
And we do have eternity
In front of us to live and love.
You and I lay in the meadow,
Holding each other way too close,
Our breath shortened by our desire.
There is still time to change your mind,
I'm waiting for you to do so,
Hoping you'll come to your senses.
Prisoner of my emotions,
I cannot make that decision.
With our respective families,
Spent the summer in the country,
And as fall is almost here,
We cannot bear to part away,
Separate from one another.
Teased each other for a long time,
And at long lust, we both are now
Willing to face the burning fire
That took over our bare bodies.
Would it matter if I said now
The way I am feeling for you :
You are my muse, my girl, my sweet
And way deep inside I love you.
I'll be gentle, you know that much.
As I slowly unbutton you,
The first autumn leave falls on me,
And all the rest is history...
Copyright 2012 by Austinhealy, his heirs and assigns.
- Ode to a once adored girl, a romantic remembrance
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