boys believe in magic

well whats on my mind? Love, young love. That feeling all bunched up inside of you. The one you don't understand that smothers you like a sultry thunderstorm when all you want is rain. That tiny taste of sweet when you suck the nectar out of a flower.
When else have you had that. That kind of intense passion, just by a mere conversation. His shirt. His walk. His laugh, his dimples that destroy you.First love..Love's.The sweetness of a young girl. I was that young girl once,I am talking about fourteen, fifteen years old. Just to be around the boys,Tim,Jay,Jeff I never did anything sexual with any of them. Jeff kissed me but They all loved me ... they really loved me. They worshiped me to the point they could never touch me.I was so young and innocent.I trusted them with all my heart. But now thirty five years later looking back, I miss it all.I miss them the way they were.Men now seem so jaded, but boys, they still believe in magic.I will always love them for that and I will always be that girl to them.