Monday, February 6, 2012

First Lust

Giggling and kissing teens
Hands down each other’s pants
Crushed tight in the backseat
Of my friend’s old Volkswagon
My lips stained black by red wine
Yours sweet with pink lemonade
We drank in the tent
On a warm summer night
Strong pixie cut girl
Beautiful long haired boy
Heading back through the Barrens
Past ponds and rocky game trails
To the city by the cold dark sea
Where our lust would run its course
But our friendship

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