My First French Kisses

MY FIRST FRENCH KISSES by JOHN M. ARRIBAS My first french kiss; I was lanky, skinny, barely fifteen I had the hots for the popcorn girl, she was eighteen She made and sold the popcorn at the Strand Theater Our mutual attraction each day I felt grew greater In my own awkward style, I complimented her each day So inexperienced, searching for the right words to say To beguile and convince her, that I was a serious beau She treated me more like brother and yet although There was some kind of attraction between this duo She always smiled and made an effort to let me know That she liked me and enjoyed the attention I gave To hold her and kiss her was my intensifying crave Being a novice at wooing, I was floundering at times She found it amusing even enjoyed my inept designs In time she began to edge closer each time we met In her own subtle way, she was being quite the coquette I was elated the first time she touched me, as we spoke She may not have known the desires instantly provoked Then one day she asked. Would you like to kiss me ? I gulped and thought, oh god, you’ve answered my plea I get a 20 minute break at 6:30 go to the left, last row Last seat and wait, I’ll be there, but I want you to know This is just between us, you must promise not to tell Anyone we meet this way, I don’t want rumors to swell Here I am, kiss me, I reached over and gently kissed her She smiled and said in my ear, Johnny, I’m not your sister Her mouth was wet n warm her tongue brushed my lips Moving back and forth with occasional penetrating dips I responded mimicking her lingual sensual actions Each oral encounter erased any outside distractions It seemed that, we two, never tired of being kissed Participating willingly, incessantly in an erotic tryst We would kiss, kiss again with relentless abandon Kisses were long and deep evoking untethered passion Hands would stray occasionally in heat of the moment A hard bite to the lip would force rapid postponement French kiss (20) When kissing she’d press herself against my chest Her warm and tantalizing mouth had me possessed That all came to an abrupt stop one afternoon While we discussing the 6:30 hour approaching soon As I spoke to her near the popcorn machine I was confronted by an airman, angry and mean So you’re the guy that’s been bothering my girl She said, no I’m not, I saw his fists beginning to curl You can’t take advantage of her, I’ll see you outside She said you’ll get hurt, An infringement to my pride In front of the box office, we drew a large crowd He cursed and berated, called me coward out loud I threw a straight right to the jaw, left hook to the head He dropped straight down crumpled, I thought he was dead A crowd had gathered exiting the show, among them a cop I don’t know what’s is going on here, but its going to stop The airman was sitting on the curb asking what happened? A man in the crowd yelled, my boy, you just got flattened Cop looked at me n asked how old are you? I said fifteen Airman said twenty three. So what has caused this scene? Louis, the doorman said. It’s the popcorn girls fault She played them both, she’s the cause of this assault The girl upon hearing the accusation ran back inside The cop said you two must now immediately decide Your choices are: kids a minor, he can press a charge You’re in the air force this could cause you a discharge My advice is, both button your lips, close your mouth Airman, I want to see you head north, kid you go south The Strand Theater manager banned me for a month The popcorn girl embarrassed quit a few days later This is a true story, few minor changes were made to meet the rhyme My name is John Arribas. The girl was Barbara. Louis was the ticket taker. Mr. Waldorf the theater manager. The airman was Virgil. The Strand Theater was located at 3050 N.W. 7 Avenue, Miami. Florida. This event took place in march 1948.