I didn’t do it by
accident
That night in her car
When she dropped me off
At the union hall
And I slipped my fingers
Beneath her blouse,
Fingers finding the tip of it,
Pressing until hit got hard,
Her shudder shocking me,
Making me think
She was repulsed
When I was so pleased,
Getting to second base
Has always thrilled me,
All the way back to that girl
In the balcony of the theater
Where I worked as an usher,
Firm fingers curling around it
As if I was a sculptor
Molding its shape out of clay,
Intrigued by the feel of it,
The warmth of it,
And eventually its taste,
My hand in her blouse
Making me quake
Down deep to the bones
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