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.
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