In the olden days
A girl fifteen, going on sixteen
Met a boy seventeen
On a summer night
Side by side they strolled
On the Adriatic coast
His bright blue eyes
As blue as the sea
She could not resist
When he did insist
“Let’s take a walk tonight.”
When the full Moon rose
She led them to a spot she chose
Where mermaids play and sleep
And sometimes weep
There under an ancient olive tree
They stood transfixed…
He pulled her gently closer
Felt her shiver
Like a flower in the breeze
“Have no fear, my dear
I’d never harm you,” said he
“Relax. Set your mind at ease.”
Then his eager lips
Gently touched her longing mouth…
Like that they stayed
In the sweetness of young love
For a long long while
And the Moon approved
With a smile
“Oh, wow! Will I have a baby now?
Thought she, a bit alarmed
“Little fool, stay cool, “ said the Moon
“No offspring has ever sprung
From a kiss as gentle as this.”
Copyright © 2014 Irina Dimitric
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http://dougwestberg.wordpress.com/2014/11/23/sunwinks-november-23-2014-a-likely-story/
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http://writingessentialgroup.com/2014/11/21/friday-112114-country-life-in-the-1940s-prompt-youthful-memories/
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