She Is My Light
Teenage Love
We post up at the pool enjoying a beautiful late Summer afternoon. Ella’s parents are at the beach. Her sister is coming in the morning. They plan to make the beach trip together.
Til then, Ella and I are playing house. I’m no sunbather. However, I would die a thousand deaths for my Love. Doing something she thoroughly enjoys isn’t such a chore.
I’m lounging in a lawn chair. She approaches with Bloody Marys.
“Baby, I don’t think I’m going to like a Bloody Mary,” I say.
“Sweetie, don’t be such a baby. You love me, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I don’t love blood.”
She giggles.
“And why are celery sticks in our blood?”
I must admit, I can be a spoiled brat, and I’ve always been a very finicky eater. My Heart walks right by me and goes towards the pool's steps.
As she does, it’s as if time stands still. She is in slow motion. Ella dons a white silk bikini. Most of the delicate material finds a beautiful resting place inside her tanned Apple Bottom.
Her blonde locks glisten in the high noon sun. My Soul is One-Of-A-Kind Carolina Coed. She is so adorable putting her toes in the cool pool water and being extra careful not to spill our drinks.
