Lady in Black and the Bag Boy
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Poem Story: A poem about the unforgettable moment a fast car, a teenage boy and a frustrated, unattainable woman meet at the right time and place. Illustrated.
Caution: This Poem Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Illustrated .
Lady in Black
Reduced to something
assessed in a glance,
sixteen - bagboy.
Why did you take off
your sunglasses,
to thank Me?
Curious enough to ask me
for translation of symbols
found on her brown paper bag,
“ancient Greek” I mumbled,
my first love poem, unrecognized.
She came in black
for her last appearance,
suggested I bring
her bags to the car.
For the first time
she removed her scarf,
tossed her curls
to set them free,
wicked smile overcame
her elegance, “Want to see
what this ‘Vette will do?”
Fuel-injected black convertible,
little black dress above the knees,
in a heartbeat we’re in motion,
slam that 4-speed, feel that roar.
For forty years the endless moment,
never better ... never more.
Bag Boy
Resentful, restless, and at loose ends
the day after her husband announced
another promotion, another move...
inconsiderate, over-achieving asshole
who never seeks consensus,
or even asks her opinion.
She wore her best black lingerie
under a sexy black party dress,
“Quick trip to the grocery store,”
she shouted on her way out the door.
She took his pride and joy, a 1961
fuel-injected Corvette convertible.
Satisfaction made her smile when
tires smoked under acceleration,
barked when she power-shifted gears.
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