Summer nights in my father's car.
girl, kissed
Etch-a-Sketch fingers twisting, groping,
the language of desire
I really don't need to be told what to do!
he lies
Like the lady sang
I asked The Boy for a few kind words,
he gave me a novel instead
breathless gasps and heaving breasts
share summer evenings
under starlit skies
touch me in all the right places
taste me and hold me tight
as the moon sleeps on
So boy, do you love me too?
face so smooth, scent so sweet
so soft, so warm
I watch you sway your hips
I'm in love,
for the first time in my life