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COOL BLUE EYES.

Poetry By: dadio
Poetry


Tags: Boy, Girl, Life, Love, Malaga, 1970


BOY AND GIRL ON THE ROAD TO MALAGA IN 1970 AND MEMORIES STIRRED.


Submitted:Oct 10, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


On the road
from Madrid to Malaga
you sat next to Miryam
in the coach

the scenery going by
the Spanish sun above
music from the radio
and she beside you

her head
against your shoulder
sleeping
her red hair

a mass of curls and waves
her eyes closed
her mouth slightly open
her hands crossed

in her lap
you sitting there
thinking of the base camp
in Madrid

the bar and booze
the music
in the small disco
and dancing

to the small hours
and she said
about her parents
and she being

for the first time
free to do
what she wanted
and she walked with you

back to her tent
and there she stood
and said
if I was alone

in this tent
I'd invite you in for sex
but I'm sharing
with another girl

and so did you share
with another guy
you said
wishing it otherwise

and so she kissed you
good night
and unzipped the tent
and went in

and off you walked
through the early morning dark
crossing the field of tents
trying to remember

where yours was
remembering it was by
the hedge with Bob's flag
on top waving silently

in the semi-dark
she stirred
against your shoulder
and readjusted her head

making that
I'm comfortable sound
and then she was off again
a Beatles's song

on the radio
someone sang along
you still sensing
that kiss of hers

her lips on yours
the night before
her hands
around your waist

her small tits
pressing against you
the smell of oranges
and ripe fruit

and her tongue invading
your mouth
touching yours
and your pecker stirring

from slumber
your hands on her butt
feeling the pockets
of her jeans

the smooth material
the studs
her near you
lips and tongues

and she stirred
and opened her eyes
and lifted her head
from your shoulder

and said
are we there yet?
no
you said

getting near
and she looked out
the window of the coach
and you studied

her profile
the blush of cheek
the nose
her neck

and the show
of naked shoulder
and she said
did I snore?

no
you said
good
she said

because sometimes
I tend to go off
into snoring land
and she smiled

and touched your thighs
and all you saw
was the blue world
of her cool blue eyes.





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