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Once upon a time …

She and I – hand in hand.
Her with those long
skinny bare legs,
and the diaphanous white blouse
that the sun
could see straight through…

Long blonde hair – curls about.
Ringlets hanging
onto my arm,
and the delicious tickling
on my skin –
my true love true…

Blue court shoes – matt with dust.
Sinuous feet
matching my pace,
and the excitement of lust
she and I
both felt, both knew…

Dry gold hay – stacked up high.
Lips as sweet as
pink, candy, floss,
breasts to vellicate my tongue,
hands that sought
to touch me too…

Sweet moist dew – slick and smooth.
And in that place
where passion flies,
she gave, unsullied, and free,
her precious
gift, so brand new….



© Allen Ansell 2006, 2023