I don't recall her name or even her face
I was probably around the age of eleven
That would make it forty eight years ago
When I saw her for the first time
Lying on a chase in her parent's back yard
Taking in the sunshine on a Summer's day
She rubbed herself down with lotion and oil
Those long tan legs and her body's curves
I remember her looking up at me
I stood there watering the garden
Concealing my true feelings behind
Vines of zucchini
As she slowly began untying the strings
And tauntingly removed the top of her blue bikini
To reveal her most beautiful breasts
Time stopped for me then.....
I remember masturbating on the cold winter days which followed
From the memory of her half naked body
I made love to her over and over again
Sometimes I think about her even now
When I see a beautiful girl or a tomato
She'd be every bit of seventy...yet
To me her breasts in my mind still look the same
Even though I don't recall her name
I can still remember a well placed freckle....
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-well-placed-freckle/
