Milka and I
played
my Elvis Presley discs
in my room
on the old
blue record player
on the floor
she sat
on my bed
while I sat
on the floor
changing the discs
as I went along
she held up
one of the LP sleeves
Fun in Acapulco
she said
I like the cover
isn't he cute?
not sure
I’d say cute
I said
I like him
but not in a
cute sense
she read the blurb
at the back
can you play this?
sure
I said
so she handed me
the LP
and I put it on
the player
come sit next to me
she said
so I went
sat next to her
on the bed
and she leaned
against me
her head
on my shoulder
and I put my arm
about her
while Elvis sang
I can tell
you like Elvis
she said
you even comb
your hair like him
and smile like him
I smelt her scent
(borrowed
from her mother
no doubt)
felt the soft cloth
on her flesh
my fingers touching
her arm
where'd you get
the red stockings?
I asked
seeing them clearly
for the first time
they went well
with the green skirt
I thought
Mum got them for me
the other week
do they look ****
she asked
you're already ****
I said
she kissed me
and Elvis sang
a Mexican
sounding song
as she did so
I sensed the wetness
of her lips
her tongue poking
between my lips
tongues meeting
her arms
about my waist
my spare hand
on her thigh
Elvis singing
guitars playing
a trumpet blowing
we lay back
on the bed
the blue lampshade overhead
she closed her eyes
lips met
tongues engaged
hands moved
in the background
Elvis grooved.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
Milka and I
played
my Elvis Presley discs
in my room
on the old
blue record player
on the floor
she sat
on my bed
while I sat
on the floor
changing the discs
as I went along
she held up
one of the LP sleeves
Fun in Acapulco
she said
I like the cover
isn't he cute?
not sure
I’d say cute
I said
I like him
but not in a
cute sense
she read the blurb
at the back
can you play this?
sure
I said
so she handed me
the LP
and I put it on
the player
come sit next to me
she said
so I went
sat next to her
on the bed
and she leaned
against me
her head
on my shoulder
and I put my arm
about her
while Elvis sang
I can tell
you like Elvis
she said
you even comb
your hair like him
and smile like him
I smelt her scent
(borrowed
from her mother
no doubt)
felt the soft cloth
on her flesh
my fingers touching
her arm
where'd you get
the red stockings?
I asked
seeing them clearly
for the first time
they went well
with the green skirt
I thought
Mum got them for me
the other week
do they look ****
she asked
you're already ****
I said
she kissed me
and Elvis sang
a Mexican
sounding song
as she did so
I sensed the wetness
of her lips
her tongue poking
between my lips
tongues meeting
her arms
about my waist
my spare hand
on her thigh
Elvis singing
guitars playing
a trumpet blowing
we lay back
on the bed
the blue lampshade overhead
she closed her eyes
lips met
tongues engaged
hands moved
in the background
Elvis grooved.
A BOY AND GIRL AND ELVIS IN 1964.
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