by Freeme123@aol.com

it was summer long ago,
when paisley was in,
Nixon was president,
and rock was alive.
where the:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and i.
on a hillside,
such fiery ground,
I kissed your mouth,
you kissed mine.
we were in love,
once:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and i.
we enraptured, and
caressed, lacking
knowledge of what to do.
when the:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and i.
passions rose,
heated blood, your
eyes met mine, I knew
not what to expect.
how the:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and i. the weather threatened,
we exploded,
it thunderstormed,
I ran all the way home,
timeless memories live,
of a time the:
grass grew high,
we were together,
you and I

THE TEENS FIND LOVE AGAIN

hers eyes were sweet, as she
drew me close, hushed tones, hues
of heated passion, we embraced.
young and innocent, it was ...
but her parents would soon be home
we undulated with abandon,
supple skins interweaving,
an angelic glow, radiated.
timeless, forever love...
but her parents would soon be home
on her very bed, the temperature
soared, the quilt listened to
the voice of the fingers,
lips and tongues.
but her parents would soon be home
the "oh gods" serenaded, speaking
punctuating the moans. we were
getting closer and closer. then
we realized and stopped...
but her parents would soon be home
eyes and hearts took a vow,
the oath taken, promise made.
another day we would...
when her parents wouldn't be home.