Sigy
12-30-07, 02:03 PM
She stood there telling me her father was half White and Black and her mother half Carib half Indian and how they’d met in Puertorico. I stopped listening and I looked.
Looked at skin the color of desert sand as we lay on the grass her legs invited me like the boundaries of a course leading to heaven. Her shorts reminded me not to dribble, the hips of this godsend, bulged like the setting sun on the horizon of her figure. As her teardrop shaped sand castles came into the focus of my view I reminded my self it’s not polite to stare; never the less I did. Cause her hair blew like a spider’s web and like a fly I was caught and drawn into eyes blue like the sky. I melted between them I dripped off her perfect nose, unto her honey filled sugar coated lips. Alas the conversation and my dreams dashed against the rocks on her ring given to her by a man luckier than me.
Looked at skin the color of desert sand as we lay on the grass her legs invited me like the boundaries of a course leading to heaven. Her shorts reminded me not to dribble, the hips of this godsend, bulged like the setting sun on the horizon of her figure. As her teardrop shaped sand castles came into the focus of my view I reminded my self it’s not polite to stare; never the less I did. Cause her hair blew like a spider’s web and like a fly I was caught and drawn into eyes blue like the sky. I melted between them I dripped off her perfect nose, unto her honey filled sugar coated lips. Alas the conversation and my dreams dashed against the rocks on her ring given to her by a man luckier than me.