Back seats


Do you want to go to my room and make out?
Not the words I expected to hear
I mean the answer was never in doubt
So why do I want to disappear

I mean this girl is seriously stunning
I know that this is what I want
After all I did all the running
So I can’t act all nonchalant 

I guess now it’s finally a possibility 
I’m worried that something might fail
So I’m now questioning my virility 
I’m a scared and untested male

Now my head is spinning, circling around
Elated and frightened, confused
My hormones are locked in this battleground
And she has lit the first fuse

Do you want to go to my room and make out?
Thinks “I do, I don’t, I don’t know!”
Or we can go watch a movie instead?
“Yes please…what am I thinking, NO!”

So how did it go, you are thinking
Well I don’t want to be accused of deceits
But the movie was particularly stinking
So we made out in the back seats!

  • Author: Tallisman (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2023 10:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Eugene S.

    Enjoyed the journey.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Thanks T. For me that was an honest appraisal of a certain short period of my life in all its complexity, achieved with truth, lightness and humour.

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