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.