Posted by: scintillatingspeck | March 31, 2014

Lest ye think I was all gloom as a teenager…

… I present a non-angst-ridden poem that I wrote.  1989.  Oh, the hormones.  Actually, my lack of sexual contact at that time did cause me considerable angst.

Suddenly It’s Dinnertime

She needed a kiss because
Her flesh felt something was missing
And she figured it must be
Kissing—
She wore a minidress
That covered less
Skin than her usual
Long flowing skirts—
She frizzed her hair when
Before it was straight and simple—
She flashed her one dimple
At men who had none—
They liked that.
She looked like a cat
That doesn’t care
And doesn’t wear much
And doesn’t stay awake much.
She curled herself around their arms and
Teased their earlobes and
Licked her lips in a teasing way
(but really she was just ravenous)

 

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