Hazy Yellow

by Martin   Apr 3, 2005


It was a sunny Friday, peaceful and relaxing. Then I had a text from this girl.

I rang her, we met up, we kissed, we were in love, and we were united. I took her back to my place; my mum had just left and for a couple of hours, the house was empty.

Up we went into the bedroom, the sun glazing the already warm yellow walls, and reflecting off her luscious blond hair, slicked into a neat ponytail. Then, we just smiled, we were happy. And then we passionately kissed. Tender lip to lip, a moment not shared before.

It was a blur. We were now just wearing underwear. The lacy patters on thong, deterred my eye from hers… She noticed and slipped them off; we slipped a lot of things off. Clothes, underwear. Even slipped into bed together. Just our thoughts and feelings were left. We were naked in more ways than one.

We did not do anything. Maybe the odd heavy petting here and there, lips action as well, but it was love! Naked does not have to mean sex, it can mean trust, being open with someone, baring all you have and not being afraid to show it. She trusted me a lot, she had let her hair down, and knowing her, it was a good thing. The blond locks, pure, not cocolored, flowing across the open sea of her back, slender to the touch.

After some minutes, smiling, looking with awe into each other’s beautiful sparkling eyes, she snuggled into my arms and rests her precious head upon my chest. Warm to the touch, she filled me with it too, warmth of love.

We slept. And soon I awoke to find her still there, clinging on to me through tainted dreams, eyes still closed but showing the same expression; compassion and care. She soon sensed my eyes watching over her, and she dragged her self from slumber. Dreary minded, she said ‘hi’. Such a cute voice, soft, velvety texture as the words reached my nerves.

No matter what she said, the words that would reach my ears would be of the same tone, the ones of love.

“I love you”

* This happened to me once, and it was quite a special thing for both of us. I do not know how it got to that, it realy was a spur of the moment feeling, and i will never forget. Please comment on experiences similar to this too, thankyou*

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  • 19 years ago

    by shannon

    i realy like this poem.. i gave you a five.