A Summer Medley

It was a summer's day,
Bright and hot summer's day,
A day young women love to play,
Wearing next to nothing,
This story is true,
Heaven forbid if I should,
Embellish to you.

The line was long,
The line was much,
It all started with a simple touch,
Looking down from my six feet,
Three inch crown,
I found a babe,
Five feet two with blue eyes,
Eyes saying, "want-wanton."

No generation gap in her young eyes,
Just enlighten passions of the raw kind,
I live such a strange life,
I wonder at times if I have a sign on my back,
Or on my forehead,
"I make love to young women."

"Just an accidental bump,"
So I thought,
I like my latte extra hot,
As the long line move on,
Espresso sense as the line went,
Three hundred miles from home,
In a little town call "roaming,"
Or so my cell phone said.

She brushed her bare tanned arm,
Against mine again,
I looked down and thought,
"She is just a kid!"
Ah, but with raw passions.
"She is a woman in kid's sultry skin."

Eighteen years young,
Her eyes surrounded by summer kissed skin,
She looks all too familiar,
I placed my extra-large hands,
Around her small tight waist,
And moved her body with social grace,
In front of me being the gentleman I am,
As my fingers lingered about her navel,
"Cool" she said,
As she held my hand to her hot flat belly,
Burning flesh—burning flesh,
Why do young women's skin burn like it does?
Spontaneous combustion to a man such as me,
The lump in my pants was become too obvious.

She got her cup of brew,
And hurried away,
Obvious in the sun she wanted to play,
Not once as she left,
Did she look back my way,
As I watched her leave dressed only in,
A cleavage oozing bikini top,
Red shorts,
And fake emerald pink flip-flops.

"Used once again" so I thought,
As I headed out the glass door,
Wondering about her bronze skin,
Or if she had tan lines to what end,
But there parked at the curb,
With the engine running,
In her daddy's black Mercedes Benz.

She sat in the passenger's seat,
Laid back and looking so cool,
"You can drive and I'll give the ride."
She said as a matter of fact,
The smell of burgundy leather seats,
Mixed with the scent of her obsession,
I put daddy's Mercedes Benz in drive.

Before we reached the end of the lot,
She had my zipper unlocked,
As her lips tasted my oozing crown,
Her beautiful face was bobbing up and down,
No doubt to daddy's classical music.

She came up for a breath of air,
And kissed me on the neck,
"At the next light turn left,"
And she went down on me again saying,
"You are the perfect size."

She came up for air two times more,
Directing me as I drove,
Until we came to a little deserted alcove,
Reached over to the button that reclines the seat,
Of her daddy's Mercedes Benz
The eighteen-year young girl stripped,
And climb on top of me.

I watched her blues eyes close with ecstasy,
I watched her young lips contort passionately,
Expressions all to familiar,
Her tight hard body seems so au courant,
The sounds from her cygnet neck,
Jarred gossamer memories,
Of a time I no not.

She kissed me full and deep,
As she came a second time,
She giggled like girls do,
As I exploded with a yell,
Then she felt me swell and explode again,
Eighteen years old and in full control.

"This was my first climax by penetration,"
She confessed to me in elation,
As she felt me shrinking.
She kissed my lips,
She kissed my neck,
And then looked me in the eyes and said,
"Mom was right as she screamed that night,
You are the best!
Sleepless I was with big eyes and ears,
While dad was away on business."

She smiled at me mischievously just like her mother,
As it all came back to me,
Five years ago her mother was thirty-three.
In her husband's black Mercedes.