Gita - Vienna 1936 - 1938

Recalling from some foggy past
First Love's memories,
Long ago - but never lost,
When I was thirteen - just a boy
And Gita was seventeen,
A new delightful, sexy toy,
At our home she was a maid,
We fooled around
And almost had it made
With our new, exciting game,
As we later discovered,
Foreplay was its name,
But then the Nazis chased us away
And Gita and I called it a day,
For I was Jewish and she was not
And a racial crime would be our lot,
Ending our sexy adventure's plot,
But till the very end of my days
I'll remember Gita
And her amorous ways...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz