The curse of my big sister’s friends…
Who used me to practice their kissing…
If you never had a big sister…
You have no idea about what you’ve been missing…
It’s was hard when I just turned eleven…
And my big sister’s friends had just turned thirteen…
They thought they could simply just use me…
Like I was some kind of French kissing machine…
They said they were practicing for their boyfriends…
Who would had turned 15 or a little older…
It was hard to be pulled so close to my sister’s friends…
As they wrapped their arms around my weak shoulder…
They would pull my face close to theirs…
And stick their tongues halfway down my throat…
I started to get this strange sensation…
Searching of a place to park my little boat…
They would swish their tongues all around…
In a rapid circular motion…
If I started to drool down my chin…
They would blame me for creating a commotion…
As they started the kissing once again…
And move their bodies closer to mine…
The sensation would make it harder and harder…
To ignore the tingle shooting up my spine…
Here’s where the real trouble began…
A real dilemma as it would always seem…
I was always in need of a raincoat…
As I became drenched from my very real dream…
© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Jeffrey worked for years in New York City and Washington D.C. while traveling throughout Europe, Africa, Asia, and even spent some time in Antarctica. But the true discoveries came from inside himself, and that poetic journey is shown here.
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