Best Passionschool Poems
Sixteen year old sweethearts, in her house all alone;
Her father still at work, her mother not at home;
Kissing they had tried; leaving hickies on their necks;
Petting body parts, they would venture onto next.
TV providing light in her otherwise dark playroom;
Anticipation and fear, the young couple both consume.
Zippers unzip; not sure of what they might find,
“Stop”; “Keep on going”; playing ping-pong in their mind.
Touching other’s body parts; enjoying where they are touched;
Worried that they may be liking it a little bit too much.
Conscience of each other breathing deeper as they explore,
Also listening carefully for the closing of a car door.
Bodies start to entwine, venturing further then they had thought;
Biology they learned in school but this topic had not been taught.
How to stop once you’ve gone this far is a lesson hard to learn,
As this high school sweetheart couple reach the point of no return.
Clumsily they manage to get through their first time;
Pleasure, pain and guilt feelings make a mixture quite sublime.
Quietly they get dressed as they hear her Mom walk in the door,
Both of them wondering if they’ll ever do this any more.
The melody sings out in the song
The bassline building up in tone
Screaming out in harmony
For all those true to hear
The sounds of brass and woodwinds
Echo throughout the hall
Signaling the coming storm
Of our loyal marchers band
Trumpets lead the charge
With the loud and ringing sound
Drums keeping beat
Winds enhancing the tune
Students peering out the doors
Eyes are wide to our sheer sound
While stepping carefull left and right
Playing my heart out is what i do
I feel the music sing within
And let it out
For the school to hear
I lead the charge for now
With the loud and ringing sound
Marching to the basses beat
For all the school to hear