Aussie Lolita
A love poem

She asked me about my pipe thought it was quite unusual “very old-fashioned”, she said a wild at heart Aussie girl
Young enough to be my daughter yet Love is ageless and genderless her belly and waist skin were exposed I imagined savoring her scent with my nose
I was aroused but took care not to show it senior poets craving college age girls from the underworld it does not get more pervy than that, but I don’t care I would prefer to just caress her belly though
With my fingertips, feel it get electrified perhaps with some sparks getting spawned as well me and my Aussie Lolita, with everyone watching us like we’re two exotic birds dancing with each other (but never consummating)
The next morning she checked out as she passed by wild berries and vanilla overwhelmed my nose she waved at me and said “Bye bye sailor, nice to meet you!” as she took a part of my heart with her, down to the underworld
And here I am now, a day later writing this poem about her a blonde Melbourne girl with sapphire eyes a girl with the heart on her sleeve
Who smiled and the Sun smiled with her who was shy and self-confident at the same time who smelled more heavenly than words alone can describe and who I never touched, not even with my pinkie’s fingertip, casually
Her female friends and the other guests did not make it easy for us whenever they see sparks flying they are attracted like moths are to a flame
In Youth Hostels you meet a lot of people but it is not easy to get intimate with anyone particularly if you are a loner like me who travels and works at the same time
My multiple hours per day typing on my laptop have kept most people at a safe distance though I expected that when I started this journey you cannot it have both ways my dear ‘senior poet’
So, this poem is for the lovely Aussie girl who never came to be my Lolita and to the next girls and women I’ll meet since more are checking in every day






