When I wish upon a star,
I think not of Pinocchio.
I think of the backseat of a car,
and what might have happened there …… long ago.
It was the night [almost] of our first kiss.
You encouraged shy-Bri all evening long.
For a billion bucks, I'd not that night miss.
It started with an Elvis, car radio, song.
I drove us in my brother's car
to a 'double feature' drive-in movie show.
It was not, from home, very far.
I was quite nervous, ….. as you may know.
As we stared at the big screen, glowing,
Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin made us laugh.
By the second film, 'The Swimmer', you were blowing
into my right ear, and my 'thing' …. had grown by half.
At one point it started to rain,
and I fixed up a makeshift windshield visor.
Your attention to me, alas, was in vain.
Perhaps if we'd had some bottled Budweiser?
Actually, I'll never know what might have been.
As the screen went black and all other cars had departed,
a worker told me ‘Go home kid; make your wheels spin! '
I'd been about to 'attack' you. Really! ! ….. But I never got started.
(November 12, 2014)
A very interesting and touching story. First time with a girl in a car. Cool movie, Elvis, rain, kisses. Everything went so well. The lights switched off. Your “thing… had grown by half”... You got to come over and push down on the girl’s pelvis. The B(a) udweiser turned out the Goodweiser.
Oh really? ......so Bri had a first kiss also? ........I think you deceived the girl, whom I believe was your junior by then, with your poetic words...ha! ...... This is a great effort, interesting flashback!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful, evocative write Bri with your great sense of fun the poem is so relatable for lots of men!