Poetry Potluck
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
