she had hair the colour
of a burning fire
brown chocolate melt eyes
and round
perfectly formed breasts
that she was hopefully quite proud of.

i remember
sitting on the bench
as she stood smiley before me
as my eyes scanned
over her compact, muscular body
tight flat stomach
strong legs
wide seductive hips
peachy firm bottom.

she tucked her
auburn light hair behind
you okay,
lovely?

she was 25.
i was, and still am
15.

i nodded, i’m fine now,
my voice managed to croak out
when really
all i wanted was to say
come here and let me kiss you, i’m not fine.

the kiss would of been perfect & pleasant,
and, of course
it wouldn’t
last.