Rhett and Scarlet

We were just cusping that age of less than innocence
When we all held her down
She giggled and protested
And we listened and heard both
Not thinking of either,
Well, perhaps the giggle

And she was our good friend
And laughed as we tickled her and
Pulled at jeans that were tight right to the ankles back then
With zippers on the side
The kind white Brooklyn girls seem to hunt garage sales for

And one on either side we pulled those zippers
And then the denim like dog-eared pages of
A yellowing paperback copy of
“The Story of O”
and still further they pulled off
resistance from sticky skin and flailing and still giggling

pink panties, cotton, no lace at all
no ribbon bow at the waist
and I kissed the corner of her pelvis
that round projection of bone
I’ve made a point of kissing on every woman I’ve tasted since

And then I slipped a finger underneath the cotton while
another nibbled at an ear
and I felt that felty hair newing
and the moundy skin moist
and slipped a tip, just a tip inside
almost by accident

the rush from that alone that feeling for the first time
…apple pie my ass
indescribable and all know it

another tasted her throat

I held her hip and thigh and slid down to her calf and felt alive
I kissed her navel and bent my lower lip
half inside out
and traced the edge of her panty with it
for just an instant
I thought the giggling stopped
But then it resumed

I had since withdrawn my finger
But now replaced it to her dale
More giggling and a squirm
Another kissed her mouth

Then one cupped her breast and it was over

No stop it!
And we all wondered why
She bravely fought us off
And after a few bumps and bruises and …bites
We withdrew and she told us to leave
We protested…to make amends

It was too late and well we knew
There would be no redemption here
We all went back separately
But she had no faith in our sincerity
And why?