my earliest memories of them
Gramps and i sitting on chairs
swatting at mosquitoes
talking about any and everything
Em has a balcony
and there were no quitos
(an endearing name for mosquitoes)
we were laughing at something he said
i giggled then slapped his thigh softly
he caught my hand and stroked it
i smiled, licked my lips and
........our lips fused
the kiss was .......bliss
i opened my eyes and said
Em, people can see
he smiled and said
spend the night with me
the breeze is cool against my skin
i'm sated...
i cant remember what we ate, neither do i recall what we drank
i however can recall every touch,
how his skin felt when I slid my hands across his back
how his beard tickled my thigh
wide grin
i love balcony's
