The Babysitter

I didn’t need a babysitter; She wasn’t there for me. She was paid to watch my little brother, He was only three. She was all of sixteen; Two more years she had on me. I didn’t know much about young girls, But I knew she was pretty. My brother was taking a nap; She said she had a date later that night; She wanted to practice kissing a boy, And my height was just about right. I’d never felt skin so soft, Or tasted lips so wet; I can’t explain what happened to me The moment our tongues met. The lesson didn’t end just there; I won’t say how far it went; But I’ll never forget that afternoon And how the time was spent. I saw her a few years later; At a High School football game; I wasn’t sure if she remembered me, Then she shouted out my name. She gave me a kiss and a hug, To the surprise of my friends, And whispered in my ear; “I’d love to babysit again.” I watched her walk away, Into the darkness of the night; Never to see her ever again; Glad we practiced it just right.