My First Date Poets Dozen
my fourteenth summer. .
the son of a preacher man
showing me heaven
His teasing ways and his boyish grin.
How easily I was taken in!
I felt like a woman in my cute short culottes and wearing pink frost lipstick
that he’d kissed off my mouth before the night was through.
My best friend, with her guy, was in the front seat of the car.
My date, her older cousin, was my first sweet honey bee.
We made out in the back seat, but he never got too far.
I was raised to value my virginity.
But my youthful heart was wishing we could kiss eternally!
Written Dec. 30, 2015
for The Poet's Dozen Contest of Silent One
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016