by Barbara Lynn Terry
Thursday, April 06, 2006
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I had a little fun with this...
Copyright © 2005 by Barbara Lynn Terry
By Barbara Lynn Terry
What can you do when out with a boy?
What do you say, when he feels you're his toy?
What do you wear, when a boy comes to call?
I mean, he is normal height and I am just so tall,
Does he stand on his toes to kiss me, or do I bend for him?
What do I say when he offers me love, not sex, but love?
Do I coo and coo, like does the dove?
How do I act, when he holds my hand?
Do I scream, or be happy he is my man?
What do I do, when he wants to come in for a nightcap?
Do I invite him in, or do I his face slap?
What do I do when he pulls me close for that last goodnight kiss?
Do I resist his efforts, and tell him he missed?
Or do I snuggle up to him and return his passionate bliss?
What do I do, when he is driving away?
Do I just go inside or on the porch do I stay?
Do I blow him a kiss as he drives into the night?
Or do I watch as he drives outta sight,
Wishing he would still be, on this front porch with me?
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|Reviewed by Hariharan Balakrishnan
|Elegantly expressed, and shared, dilemma about a "first". Congrats to a budding poet.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Poignant read, Barbie; thanks for sharing! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I guess I'm with Felix on this one, Barbie. It all depends on all the coming together of the elements within the moment in question. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I guess it depends on the moment Barbie, love cannot be preplanned.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Enjoyed this one....I guess my poem today says it all..lol!!