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Summer's day and Jane and I were lying on the grass in the churchyard in an area where there were no gravestones (at least not at that time) birds flew overhead and cows mooed from over the hedge from the fields beyond do you think of me often? Jane said turning to gaze at me not the sky most of the time I said looking and taking in her dark eyes what do you think about me? she asked I looked at her lips thin lips and opening and closing as she spoke to me think I love you I said she looked away blushing how love me? in what way? she said her eyes watching rooks overhead not ****** love you for being you I said pushing thoughts of Lizbeth from my mind knowing to even mention her name would cloud the day not ****** not lustful? she said no of course not I said (but was it totally true?) her eyes followed a swift go by in the sky do you think of her? Jane said looking at me letting the swift go off her? I said Lizbeth Jane said I try not to I said do you lust after her? Jane said quietly as if she thought the cows might be listening no I don't I said (but did I?) I love you Jane whispered in my ear a breathy sentence words warm and soft like marshmallows ditto I said she kissed my cheek then lay on her back I couldn't imagine her ever wanting *** she seemed too pure for such unlike Lizbeth who would have ****** me off as quick as look at me but I didn't allow even the thought to stay in my head my mother likes you she said and trusts us I liked her mother in a kind of careful as I walk kind of way Jane held my hand at her side her hand in mine fingers intertwined a swallow flew up ahead graceful and smooth and quickly gone Lizbeth would turnover now I mused and climb me and be on.
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
SUMMER'S DAY AND JANE 1961.
Summer's day and Jane and I were lying on the grass in the churchyard in an area where there were no gravestones (at least not at that time) birds flew overhead and cows mooed from over the hedge from the fields beyond do you think of me often? Jane said turning to gaze at me not the sky most of the time I said looking and taking in her dark eyes what do you think about me? she asked I looked at her lips thin lips and opening and closing as she spoke to me think I love you I said she looked away blushing how love me? in what way? she said her eyes watching rooks overhead not ****** love you for being you I said pushing thoughts of Lizbeth from my mind knowing to even mention her name would cloud the day not ****** not lustful? she said no of course not I said (but was it totally true?) her eyes followed a swift go by in the sky do you think of her? Jane said looking at me letting the swift go off her? I said Lizbeth Jane said I try not to I said do you lust after her? Jane said quietly as if she thought the cows might be listening no I don't I said (but did I?) I love you Jane whispered in my ear a breathy sentence words warm and soft like marshmallows ditto I said she kissed my cheek then lay on her back I couldn't imagine her ever wanting *** she seemed too pure for such unlike Lizbeth who would have ****** me off as quick as look at me but I didn't allow even the thought to stay in my head my mother likes you she said and trusts us I liked her mother in a kind of careful as I walk kind of way Jane held my hand at her side her hand in mine fingers intertwined a swallow flew up ahead graceful and smooth and quickly gone Lizbeth would turnover now I mused and climb me and be on.
BOY AND GIRL IN CHURCHYARD IN SUSSEX 1961
TerryCollett
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
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