I was fifteen
- at a 'National Fitness Camp'
near the Snowy Mountains.
She was fourteen and fully moulded;
her name: Christine.
I was a 'westie', she, a surfie chick
- an absolute mismatch
burning
Christine asked me into her hut
- I had no idea.
We talked about school, home and rebellion.
Then came a moment of awkward emptiness: she leaned into me,
kissed me
- probably more like devoured;
deep tongue, saliva and hot breath
I ate everything.
Her hands rushed to my trousers
as I instinctively went for breast,
thigh and beyond,
and my tongue... tasting the forbidden
- fingers probing wet places
wonder of woman
the beginning...
another instinctual moment:
the words "I'm coming"
never saw it coming...
We continued the exploration for a few weeks
- I stopped coming (easily)
and she got going (back to the surfie boys)
thirty five years on
there are
some things
you just
never forget.
Comments
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very good - captures that rush of excitement building.
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tell you what I liked about piece
when reading it you felt like you were speeding up
whether this makes sense to you or not
I’m sticking to my story
enjoyed the read
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As a parent the phrase "DAMN KIDS" leaps to mind. As an old man I think it is memories like these that make life worth living. They keep you warm on those cold rainy days of old age. Thank god for aggressive girls who know what they want otherwise some of us, yours truly included, would surely have died virgins.
This poem struck me as fresh, light, and bubbly like drinking champagne. Thanks for your entry. -
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Lols, no alcohol involved in those days
. Yep, maybe one of the few where it was a joy, a hum-dinger, a forget-me-not in a good kind of way , and a true story to-boot!
Thanks for the time taken to read and thoughtful comment.
Wishes -Emmjay
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