AVision in Blue Jean Cut-offs
By: Fee
Just like a dirty old man, once again
I dream sweet images of you
In those short denim shorts you loved
A halter-top in pale powder blue
I watched you running through fields
Oh Angel you were just out of reach
I saw you giggling and jiggling
With your laughter and your smiles
Life was a sweet lesson only you could teach
I watched as your giggles subsided
As you gently held out your hand
You always knew just what I needed
Just for a while to feel your sweet love
Love that felt like a burning fiery brand
Ah… but when my lips tasted yours
And fingers caressed forbidden desires
You always brought me so much closer
Into true love’s own burning hot fires
Now my images are changing
To the darkest of night in our bed
Sated, I watch you quietly breathing
Remembering each word that you said
Knowing we were but a fleeting moment in time
And an Angel had just made love to my mind
Leaving such sweet sensual completeness
Rapture like this never again would I find
Then you slipped through my fingers
Leaving just teardrops behind in your place
No more little giggles and wiggles
All that was left was just a big empty space
But somewhere, someday, we’ll meet again
For love’s something I know
that time can’t erase…
The hay made me itchy everytime I grabbed a bale! in shorts!
started wearing jeans soon after... lol
Love the imageries that sprang!
This poem is sweet, endearing and utterly excitement in memories filled!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheoooxoo
STay Positive!
and Again, C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S! on your NEW exciting Grand son!oxooo
Beautiful sensual dream
Your words captured a stunning
Vividness and images
Brilliant write!
Peace Love and hugssss....Morning Star
Love Tinka
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Be always safe,
Karen
be well and happy,
Kathy
Sanja xo
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Must be getting warmer, if you're writing of shorts :)
This Is Beautiful, and your words sent reflection of my own memories of my denim cut-offs & halter tops with the boy 2 farm houses down
Some Memories do last a lifetime.
Lovely Poetic Express!!
Embrasse'
Vickie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO Rose
Thanks for the reminiscences, although I bathed, derfor, I am not a dirty old man.
Georg
A sad but beautiful poem. Nothing can erase those memories my friend. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.