Oldsmobile

We are in the rear seat
Of my Dad’s
Blue Oldsmobile,
Parked by some
Texas Highway.
She and I are both
New to each other
And feeling our way,
So to speak, as we go.
We have embraced, kissed
And are beginning to take
Off her bra, her blouse
Buttons are all undone.
It is twilight in the Fall,
We are alone in a wooded
Countryside and oblivious
Of the world. I finally get
Her bra unhooked and
She takes it off,
I am astonished
At the perfect
Symmetry of
Her breasts
Which are
Perfect.
I just look at them,
And she says
What are you
Staring at?
I tell her how
Beautiful she is
And she laughs.
I slowly fondle her
And we kiss, but
I am hooked.
There is no
Way I can
Forget or
Give up
Such
Beauty.