Tangerines and Cherries

Your hair freshly blond from the sun,
Now tousled and up in a cap.
You arch your arms with a stretch,
As if I'd awoken you from a nap.

The boy with the blue hazy eyes,
As you now lock that gaze on me.
Telling me you're here to please,
Look no further, it's meant to be.

You smell of tangerines and cherries.
That glint tells me I'm in trouble.
You bring me something good to try.
Maybe you better make it a double.

Your fingers are nimble and lean,
Ready to work as hard as you play.
Your cares are few and far between.
You won't miss a thing today.

That brilliant smile is infectious.
Your grin shows you are amused.
You start to sway your hips just so.
And by now, I am ready to be used.

No need for us to start off slowly,
Let's quickly dip into a tango.
You love your life, your face it shows.
Soaking up the sun or eating mango.

Anxious to seize every moment,
It is always yours for the taking.
We'll waste away countless hours,
In sweet and sensual lovemaking.

Exploring each passing minute of time,
While enjoying each other's sighs.
It need not make any sense or rhyme.
As I lose myself in sea-colored eyes.

©2014 Carol Gregoire