JUST EIGHTEEN

JUST EIGHTEEN

She was...most certainly she was...
the most beautiful young woman...
he had ever seen in all of his life.
Her picture was all he had...
it was very ordinary...
but he loved just looking at her...
her eyes..her hair...
her mood...her lips...
she was what stuck in his head...
Every night ...every day.

Her profile said...
Taken...And...not to offer
To bring her love.

They were both writers...
Writers of emotive and...
Often...tear jerking poetry.

Thousands of miles apart...
Their reciprocated critique
Grew...
Into...
more intimate..
Feelings.
She sent him...
more pictures
And ...
They were beautiful...
More beautiful than he...
Could have imagined.
In one...of many...
She was clad...
in a buffalo hide..
And in another...
She was...
Blowing him a kiss.
Her soft pouted lips...
Made him wish...
That they were pressed...
next to his.
He wished ...oh how he wished...
He was much...much younger.

But he wasn't...
He was much older.

She had grown on him...and
He loved every word she wrote...
She was a prolific writer...and her words
Touched his deepest feelings.

What was he to do?
She was his idol...his addiction...

She was just eighteen!

WRC