Hip
Posted: March 25th, 2014, 4:26 pm
I am not hip
not even a little bit
I remember the sweater she wore the first time I saw her at her sweet sixteenth birthday party, remember the sweater I noticed that, I did not notice that it was very tight and accentuated her breasts quite nicely. At 15 I was barely conscious of them raging hormones, I'd see her in the morning at homeroom and then walk around with tented pants but I was clueless to why.
1957 was a different world
all my notions of love are antiquated
notions of the gone world
when sex was not for nice girls
I just wanted to hold her hand
Going steady, do kids still go steady anymore.
we were going streaky for five years
never though I would not hold her in my arms again
the companion ship
the laughing liking talking for hours
then later we started with the heavy petting, hours touching each other and stroking, a dialogue of skin. A slow exploration of our bodies,
the kiss
first kiss
sweethearts
anybody still use that word anymore