Christina
and I sat
on the grass
at midday
at recess.
The building
of the school
within sight.
It was hot
lemon sun
pouring down
its heat waves.
She sat down
her fine legs
under her
her cream blouse
open neck wide
her small fruits
pushing out
impressions
on the cloth.
I studied
secretly
as she talked
her mother
in a mood
at breakfast
scolding her
her bedroom
in a mess
her clothes not
put away
too lazy.
I listened
taking in
her two knees
just beneath
her green skirt
the white socks
ankle length.
Does your mum
moan at you?
she asked me.
Now and then
I replied.
Beads of sweat
trickled down
her forehead
down her chin
down her throat
down between
her two fruits.
I wished that
I could be
(just a while)
that flowing
bead of sweat
lying there
in soft warmth
of her fruits.
It's so hot
she confessed
I lay there
in my dream
softly blessed.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
Christina
and I sat
on the grass
at midday
at recess.
The building
of the school
within sight.
It was hot
lemon sun
pouring down
its heat waves.
She sat down
her fine legs
under her
her cream blouse
open neck wide
her small fruits
pushing out
impressions
on the cloth.
I studied
secretly
as she talked
her mother
in a mood
at breakfast
scolding her
her bedroom
in a mess
her clothes not
put away
too lazy.
I listened
taking in
her two knees
just beneath
her green skirt
the white socks
ankle length.
Does your mum
moan at you?
she asked me.
Now and then
I replied.
Beads of sweat
trickled down
her forehead
down her chin
down her throat
down between
her two fruits.
I wished that
I could be
(just a while)
that flowing
bead of sweat
lying there
in soft warmth
of her fruits.
It's so hot
she confessed
I lay there
in my dream
softly blessed.
