Oisin
gone but not forgotten
SUMMER 1968
In the freshness of evening,
I stood, cool in a queue,
waiting for my ride into town.
Now the heat of the long August day
had simmered into history,
the stench of the tacky black tarmac
had faded from my senses,
replaced with a shimmering mirage
of she, hair swathed in a damp towel,
running late, as she always did,
doing her face, feverously applying
eye shadow and mascara,
making herself just right
and all for me, who
refreshed by a shower
and an application of aftershave,
eagerly anticipated whatever lay ahead
(or beside me) on a Friday night
in the hot summer of sixty-eight.
(Sorry, all you ladies will have to PM me for my phone number)
In the freshness of evening,
I stood, cool in a queue,
waiting for my ride into town.
Now the heat of the long August day
had simmered into history,
the stench of the tacky black tarmac
had faded from my senses,
replaced with a shimmering mirage
of she, hair swathed in a damp towel,
running late, as she always did,
doing her face, feverously applying
eye shadow and mascara,
making herself just right
and all for me, who
refreshed by a shower
and an application of aftershave,
eagerly anticipated whatever lay ahead
(or beside me) on a Friday night
in the hot summer of sixty-eight.
(Sorry, all you ladies will have to PM me for my phone number)
Paul, Kandy and Reggie is there a competition going on here :?: .‚.… With all this romance, love and sensuousness on the forum :wink: 
