Memories of the Sixties
One evening I took a new pick-upTo the movies, intending her to grope
As that was how one courted
In those olden days before TV
Or when teenagers did it in the clubs
I didn't know she wore glasses,
Well how would I know that?
Having only seen her in the daylight
And chatting over a cup of cold coffee
In the public library (soft-porn section).
I turned round for a bit of extended cinematic
Tongue-sushi work and tonsil-wiping
And nearly lost my bloody eye
On the corner of the silly tart's specs,
Which caused me to yell in frustrated agony.
My huge scream rather spoiled the love scene
Being shown on the silver screen
And it so startled the two little fat midgets
Sitting next to us that the male one came prematurely
And it splashed all over my suede shorts.
Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 18:27
Tags Love  Romance  Sex 
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