First Date
First Date
Oh, I died a thousand deaths
In my naivety
And lack of knowledge
Seventeen I was
And she was sweet sixteen.
She knew more than me.
My lips wetly stuck to hers
Her tongue licking my teeth.
I gagged. She laughed.
Just as well it was dark
When I fumbled at her breast
And missed.
I was beet-red
In the cinema dark.
I didn’t try again, of course.
I walked her home
And kissed her goodnight.
We didn’t go out again.
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