O’ CAROL I AM BUT A FOOL

(the 1st kiss)

Her name was Carol, of curly hair, a most happy disposition

I am sure I had kissed other girls, even before the age of seven

Gill who had a pony, my cousins, I a child lonely, it was only fun

but Carol soft, in my arms, her teenage charms became the one

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I felt parts of me growing, her lips sweet as butterkist, soft cherries

she held me close, her breast against my chest, heart-beat racing

she lay her head on my shoulder, advances becoming bolder, her kiss

I crave for more, we nibble at each other, pulsing on the dance floor

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We move together sweated, deejay strobing tunes in the dark lighting

we are joined, our clothes sexed wet, neither willing to let the other go

music fast, slow, we dance the same, excited by the slightest pressure

our kiss now lingering, exploring, still fresh, sweet-soft and teasing

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The day beyond, my best friend tells me of his love for curly Carol

I contemplate life without her lips, her soft kiss, her joy-girl laughter

my loyalty seemed important at fifteen years, I surrender her to him

O’ Carol, I am but a fool, you became a moll, our kiss a sweet memory

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.. . when boys could be boys .. . and the girls? . .. this poem is dedicated to all the young men of the 20-20’s

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© edenbraytoday28.02.2021