Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
TerryCollettPoems
I had bought the Kissin' Cousins LP by Elvis and I played it on the record player. Milka sat beside me on my bed in my room. My parents and siblings were downstairs watching TV. After the third song she said it's not a big bed is it. No smaller than yours I said. But it looks smaller she said. My brother's small bed was opposite near the window. We couldn't here be too risky with them downstairs she said. We can kiss and hug and that sort of thing I replied. But then we get carried away and one thing leads to another she said. Elvis sang on Milka was in a mood. The two coffees were getting cold. Maybe next time we could go to your place I said. My mum's hardly ever out and she'd not let us in my room together she said. We did the other week while your mum was out shopping and your dad was on the farm and your brothers fishing I said. Yes but that was a rare thing for them all to be out she said moodily. Elvis stopped and I watched the disc go around around and we made no other sound.
0
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
LISTENING TO ELVIS 1964.
I had bought the Kissin' Cousins LP by Elvis and I played it on the record player. Milka sat beside me on my bed in my room. My parents and siblings were downstairs watching TV. After the third song she said it's not a big bed is it. No smaller than yours I said. But it looks smaller she said. My brother's small bed was opposite near the window. We couldn't here be too risky with them downstairs she said. We can kiss and hug and that sort of thing I replied. But then we get carried away and one thing leads to another she said. Elvis sang on Milka was in a mood. The two coffees were getting cold. Maybe next time we could go to your place I said. My mum's hardly ever out and she'd not let us in my room together she said. We did the other week while your mum was out shopping and your dad was on the farm and your brothers fishing I said. Yes but that was a rare thing for them all to be out she said moodily. Elvis stopped and I watched the disc go around around and we made no other sound.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1964
#boy#girl#elvis#1964
TerryCollett
Written by
TerryCollett
78/M
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem