AS YOUNG BOYS PLAY.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN SCHOOL IN 1962 .
Christina sat
on you lap you sat on the low brick wall around the playground leaning against the wire fence the summer sun warming your head as she sat her grey skirt drifted up revealing thighs over on the playing field Goldfinch kicked the football but missed the goal (two coats put down wide spaces apart) and pushed his hands in the air with frustration she leaned in close kissed your cheek her hair blocking the view of field her hands inside your jacket your one hand about her waist the other resting on her skirt covered thigh there’s no where private for us to be she said no nook or cranny to be alone her small breasts pressed against your chest her warm breath invading your ear I’ve heard some go into the woods over the way you said no good she replied prefects go there too often to be much use she loosened her tie and unbuttoned her blouse shifting on your lap she set herself more comfortable the grey skirt riding higher showing more thigh she pulled the skirt down to her knees as a prefect went by catching her eye you should be on the playing field not here like that together the prefect said looming overhead Christina got off your lap and brushed down her grey skirt with small hands you stood up giving the prefect a small smile and wandered off toward where Goldfinch played with ball with boys you saw Christina saunter away her hips swaying her hand giving a wave then she was gone amongst the other girls who stood and stared at boys at play her small wet lips imprinted on your cheek the kiss would be unwashed away you blew from open palm a secret kiss to touch her as she watched the young boys play. ![]() © 2013 Terry Collett |
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Added on April 13, 2013 Last Updated on April 13, 2013 AuthorTerry 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.. |


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