Sexy Rosie

Posted in characters by Denise Rafkind on January 5, 2015

It was past midnight,
when my hands roamed.
Someone came out of the alley.
He saw us.
We both kept going.
He watched.
Scents of love were on her neck.
Sweet and salty on our lips.
He puffed his cigar…
the smoke furled up.
Pinned against the white star.
The sound of ripping fabric.
We paused and saw into each other.
Sweat…rapid breaths,
kindred approval.
Everything fell away.
The moment melted.
The moonlight was ours.


(A note and background about this photo, photo taken at American Air Power Museum in Farmingdale, NY of Pin Up Girl Rosie Cheeks.)