Joelene
between the thighs

Now I was sitting

on his bed,

in his room.

The lights were down,

the night was cold.

Eric kissed me once,

then twice,

then thrice.

Then I lost count.

He kissed me until

my lips felt heavy.

Then when he got tired

of kissing my lips,

he went to my neck.

My eyes rolled

back in my head.

So much different

than goodnight kisses.

Then when he finished

kissing me on the shoulder,

he asked in a strange,

deeper voice:

"Can I show you something,

Joelene?"

Yes.

I was excited.

Would we go outside?

Take a train tomorrow?

Would it be a date?

What would I wear?

What should I do with my hair?

I was all out of Vaseline,

so my hair was dry.

But Eric wasn't

going to take me anywhere.

At least...anywhere

outside of this room.

Hands on thighs,

lips on my neck.

And those hands went higher.

And he pressed harder against me.

And I was laying flat.

And he was between my legs.

Then his fingers

were slipping past my rags.

And then...

I was seeing fireworks.

Holy Moly...

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