First Date

Teenage angst...

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.