Another page on the calendar passes,
I saw the sights of bonny young lasses,
Out of reach on the beach,
But well in view.
If you are a man as I,
You would remember them too.
I was shy, or scared for it to be real.
That they were really in my
world,
I don’t understand the beauty of a girl.
I go weak in the
knees.
I could not talk today,
What could I say?
You’re breasts are
amazing,
Can I touch them?
Out of sorts, you might say,
And the
hulu hoop dancer, entranced.
I was entranced,
And she was only having
fun,
Entrancing.
That was the plan
Of any female dancer,
The
entrancer,
But I was the only one.
Everyone else was part of the
party,
But not I,
Too shy.
I didn’t know anybody,
And I didn’t
try.
On other days I might have tried,
But I’m raw,
Unused to the
exposure,
The reality of all that availability,
Young women and naked, and
free, and happy.
Them being so natural,
So stupefied was I.
My
reality checks were bouncing,
This is not my life.
It could never be my
life.
So, jealousy instead?
Like every couple that I secretly wanted
to be part in.
Intimate with someone,
More than a page,
Could ever
be,
Someone to get my heart set free.
I was hoping for somebody,
To
invite me,
Into something,
Anything,
To take me out of my
shell.
Allow me to laugh,
And to smile,
And be myself.
Not
apart, but a part,
Of the whole happy scene.
The nerve was not around
today,
It was all too foreign,
I must have been boring.
I got
chatting with a pretty girl after,
Waiting for the bus,
With her clothes
on,
And that was nice.
I knew she was there,
But I could not have
talked to her there,
Not because I was naked,
But she.
That’s
holy.
Holy luminous presence,
Of all naked and fertile of
lass,
Which into my loins were made to pass,
And all I could muster to be
today,
Was looking through the looking glass,
Alas...
Some day
may I understand,
That a woman wants to be had by a man,
As much as a man
is wanting to have,
Some day I may understand,
Some may I get
it,
Some day I may just understand that.
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