OK, I lied. Written at Starbucks after two iced coffees following 2 glasses of Black Opal Shiraz at Outback. What a life, huh?
From Middle School to Freshman Year
Dancing with Debbie, shyly stepping round
And round, avoiding belly, thighs, and breasts,
I got a hardon and she grinned--"You having fun?"
I didn't know! Not even why she asked.
Marilyn sat where I could bump my knee
Against her ass. I didn't think she knew.
Then one day she and Tina switched their seats
And I heard Tina giggle, "God, it's true!"
Betsy from Brooklyn sat me down and said,
"It's been two weeks. We haven't fucked. It's clear
There's no attraction here. We'll just be friends."
That afternoon I'd kissed her everywhere!
I had good teachers, but I'd yet to learn
That girls, like me, would sometimes want to burn.