LIZBETH IN TOWN 1961A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN TOWN IN 1961![]() Lizbeth was in town on the Saturday when I got off the bus and she came up and said thought I'd see you in town today as you come most Saturdays with your mother and such and how are you? you ok? sure I said trying to see where my mother'd gone and looked for her Lizbeth said can we go to that cafe in the high street and have a coke or lemonade or something will your mother mind we hogging you it's not as though I have you all the time at least I know I don't? I found my mother by the bank and I asked ok to go with Lizbeth for a coke at the cafe yes it's all right Mum said I'll get the shopping and meet you later ok I said and off she went and so I walked off with Lizbeth and she put her arm under mine and hugged me close and said I dreamed of you last night did you? I asked no you wouldn't let me she said smiling nothing new there then she said laughing I felt her pull me onto her body her small tits brushing against me when she got close and she said I thought I'd wait for your bus into town and try get time with you and I know we can't make up here and there's no time to get you home to my place for a go at it because I my mother's there still darn her but anyway I can see you and pretend tonight when I'm in bed that we made out there or maybe imagine us making out at back of the cafe and o she said laughing can you imagine that us two doing it back there? I tried not to tried to see if there was any good buns in the cafe and a coke and the lady behind the counter said yes what would you like? him Lizbeth said but he won't and the lady said what ? and I said 2 cokes and 2 iced buns please and the lady looked at Lizbeth and thought God knows what not that Lizbeth cared a hoot so we got our cokes and iced buns and sat in a seat by the window and she sat next to me and her knee was against mine warm and soft and I said how are things at home? o the same she said my mother still moans about the state of my room and keeping it tidy and wearing my dress or skirt too short and o she said you can't wear that it shows too much and she gets me down with her moans and her headaches and anyway let's not talk of her let's talk about us and what we can do or not do I know what I'd like us to do but well there's no where and I said how's your dad? o he's ok he's away as much as he's home but there you go can't have too much of a good thing and besides he doesn't say much about me or my room or my dresses or skirts being too short so he's ok and we drank our cokes and ate the buns and her knee pushed against mine and I smelt her perfume and it was arousing and I thought of my mother and the shopping and when to help her and said best go soon my Mother'll need me o Lizbeth said softly I need you too but I had to go a boy and has to do what a boy has to do. © 2015 Terry Collett |
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Added on October 18, 2015 Last Updated on October 18, 2015 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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