|The periwinkle-winged Angel of C---------, the most rare and beautiful.|
So sunny and the bright blue above flooded everything in gold.
She was graduating and wanted to come over
for a swim and sunbathe to celebrate.
Her white bikini soaked up sunlight and my eyes as she dove in.
Her tan skin glowed like shaded pearl.
While sunning she asked me to apply
lotion to her legs and back when she turned over.
My hands explored her firm softness and rose
slowly up her legs to thighs and ascending rise
to two perfect hemispheres covered by chaste cloth.
How much I wished to tuck in that cloth and explore
those glorious hemispheres with my hands,
my head aswim in sweet sap but...
I burned pleasurably but was never burnt.
A stoic Dutch captain hung himself at the helm.
The Lookout was reading an account of the assassination
of Louis, Duc D'Orléans by John the Fearless to repel
stifling heat as the river's course took them.
His soaked brow's menace aroused a targeted smack.
A mosquito's quelled and The Lookout's sucked blood
mingles with sweat dyeing his forehead blanched red.
He thought of the Duc D'Orléans' severed hand.
This branche cadette kindled flame,
nearly torching his elder's frame.