Thought Of You

I believed in a thought of you
Sitting on the front door step
A little yellow
Sleeveless on
Bra straps showing
Your hair blowing in the wind
You brush it aside with annoyance
You large, beautiful, juicy lips gleaming in the sun
The sun is giving us a peek of a world to come
A small bead of sweat falls from your forehead
It scrambles between your eyes and down off your nose
It hits you leg
You wipe it off your smooth, tender legs
You wipe your hand off on your shorts
Black with and embroidered rose
You sit on the doorstep
Looking beautiful with your short-shorts and top too tight
The heat gets to you
You pick up the sun melted Pepsi slurpee next to you
Still cold?
Either way you still drink it
I believed in a thought of you
So beautiful