COMING OF AGE

Poetry Potluck

One Shot Wednesday

Her name was Connie

and I thought I might be able to

steal my first real kiss

when one summer afternoon at Jake's house

she allowed his horny poodle named Charlie

to hump her leg

With words of encouragement like

COME ON CHARLIE...

YOU CAN DO IT...

THAT'S A GOOOOD BOY !

she urged him on

to the climactic moment of his life

When he threw in the towel

she called for one

That night in the back seat of Jake's car

I placed my mouth upon hers

awkwardly

not fitting exactly the way I figured it should

but our tongues made contact

the Eagle had landed

She must have known I'd never frenched before

but a guy's gotta start somewhere

and where better than a sixteen-year old woman of the world

who had kissed lots of guys

and fulfilled the fondest desire

of at least one poodle