A Game of Volleyball

Oh Holly Holly Holly Holly God
They flop and hang beneath your top, your tits
So big and loose, so pendulous. The ball
Comes down across the net, so sweet and coy
you volley back, it arcs and sails and drops
onto the other side, you smile and wait
to see which boy will bump it back. They both
stand ready, soldiers at attention. But
the big one, Adam, makes his move. He breaks
his rank and jumps and steals the shot. He sends
it back to you. He always sends the ball
to you, blonde hair that shines and bounces in
the sun, pull-over top and cut-off jeans,
your flesh so tan and thighs so thick and firm
        but never fat.

Ah, Holly, you don't know
how much you mean to them, those shorts
and naked legs that stand and jump around
your body waiting for their turn to make
their serve. You cannot understand how much
you mean at night. You rest your head to sleep,
you smile and close your eyes, your face is round
just as a baby's. You will sleep but they
will not, their bodies raging with their thoughts
of you, your tits a cradle, ass and thighs
like bells, your wink, your eyes, your emerald eyes,
      Your serpent's eyes, your dragon's eyes.