COOL BLUE EYES.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL ON THE ROAD TO MALAGA IN 1970 AND MEMORIES STIRRED.
On the road
from Madrid to Malaga you sat next to Miryam in the coach the scenery going by the Spanish sun above music from the radio and she beside you her head against your shoulder sleeping her red hair a mass of curls and waves her eyes closed her mouth slightly open her hands crossed in her lap you sitting there thinking of the base camp in Madrid the bar and booze the music in the small disco and dancing to the small hours and she said about her parents and she being for the first time free to do what she wanted and she walked with you back to her tent and there she stood and said if I was alone in this tent I'd invite you in for sex but I'm sharing with another girl and so did you share with another guy you said wishing it otherwise and so she kissed you good night and unzipped the tent and went in and off you walked through the early morning dark crossing the field of tents trying to remember where yours was remembering it was by the hedge with Bob's flag on top waving silently in the semi-dark she stirred against your shoulder and readjusted her head making that I'm comfortable sound and then she was off again a Beatles's song on the radio someone sang along you still sensing that kiss of hers her lips on yours the night before her hands around your waist her small tits pressing against you the smell of oranges and ripe fruit and her tongue invading your mouth touching yours and your pecker stirring from slumber your hands on her butt feeling the pockets of her jeans the smooth material the studs her near you lips and tongues and she stirred and opened her eyes and lifted her head from your shoulder and said are we there yet? no you said getting near and she looked out the window of the coach and you studied her profile the blush of cheek the nose her neck and the show of naked shoulder and she said did I snore? no you said good she said because sometimes I tend to go off into snoring land and she smiled and touched your thighs and all you saw was the blue world of her cool blue eyes. © 2013 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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