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