Now that I have turned young..
when will
that Justason girl's
Married time,
allow her to ever kiss me?
Never caring
that the clock still ticks...
because lust was filling her budding breasts,
when our lips locked.
But I do admit,
that even though the time has gone plumb crazy..
the BELL OF Youth does ring.
Why then would I admit
that I am old?
Here musing in the office
with my coffee black,
steaming in my hand.
Blue-eyed.
Behind glasses,
thinking thoughts of daring romps.
Dyed salt-rooted hair.
Making an impression,
upon old friends I chance to meet..
I have turned young!
HAhahaa...cute one here I like the little satirical tone u use , Eric... Smilesz.... Glad i popped by today.... your site is definitely one of the enjoyable ones..SMilesz. Take care.~!~!
Looking at the past to recapture our youth. Yes indeed we see ourselves as the teenager starting to learn about love and now wish that we had some in our lives as we sit with our "coffee black, steaming in my hand, blue-eyed behind glasses, thinking thoughts of daring romps, dyed salt rooted hair" That makes two of us sitting with that cup in hand except that my eyes are brown... Didi
You know, I think this is one of my favorites of yours. I really like the line about "time going plumb crazy" this is very down to earth and says so much with so little words. It definitely deserves to be read more than once to allow the feeling to really be absorbed. I also think it is very easily related to. By far my favorite Eric. By far!!! It's a beautiful little piece.