While your Prom date was passed out
On a torn mattress on the floor of
Your garage converted bedroom, barefoot
In her black cocktail dress, wicked
Matching purse and wilted white
Carnation corsage,
You and I were lip locked in unspeakable
Passion that was finally released when
You offered to drive me home in your
Lowridin’, souped up, bass boomin’
Barbaric Monte Carlo. Mexican
Boy, sex God, popular prince,
Rebellious roughneck, Fine-as-hell
Football player star. You and I flirted
Our asses off as science lab partners, standing
Inches too close, accidental brush bys, eyes locked
For a moment too long and warm, hot
Breath on skin, on dreams, on dares.
God, I couldn’t wait to touch you. We were
Fully aware of the pleasure we were capable of
Giving one another. The waves and ripples of
Spine tingling, mind numbing, secretive,
Seductive and forbidden sex. Lust, raw and
Fierce and flashes of young skin, ripening heat
radiating from the very center of our combustible
Cores . The writhing and moaning and the
Short, deep, quick breaths of infatuation set
Loose, unzipped and unbuttoned and ripped off
By hands that were anxious and urgent to hold,
Touch, caress and fondle every inch of one another.
When our mouths made contact, the
World became savage, primal, alluring. It
Was then that I truly felt alive, shuddering
Beneath you, enraptured and embraced
By the joy of my delicate delivery and
Arrival in the land of teenage whores as my skin
Became one with the shiny sheen of the leather
Upholstered backseat, my handprints emblazoned
On the window, your voice in my ear, panting
My name and declarations of urban Latin love.
You branded me, like territory, leaving
Your mark on my neck and on Monday
Morning, there were rumors and speculations
At school and the unspoken knowledge
That no one else
Was ever allowed to touch me.
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