Fourteen at Ravenhall

“Let’s find out
what kissing’s about!”
as she pushed him up against the wall
in her family’s locker at Ravenhall.

soft lips gently pressed
with eyes open wide
not making a sound
as his world swirled around.

Frozen in place
a hand on her waist
a wisp of her hair
tickling his face

their bodies touching
from chest to thighs
lips parting slightly
as both closed their eyes

Tongues learning to dance
with newly found partners
hands on her ribcage
inhaling her scent

sand tickling his nose
while trying to breathe
without any movement
without any ease

growing slightly light headed
a sigh, then a moan
pulling her toward him
his hostage alone.

She didn’t dare say his name
lest the cast spell be broken
as his lips skimmed her ear
tip of tongue tasting motion

feeling the shudder
that slid down her spine
holding her tight
as he felt it in kind.

They paused, muscles tensed
straining moments sublime
to miss nothing at all
without crossing the line.

Mouths pressed
Retreating
brushed
retreating

sought
then slippping away
eyes still closed
dancing again

at new different angles
now more direct
less accidental
yet innocent;

incredibly sweet
but less accidental
more direct now
touching intentional

pulling him under
like sweet red wine
tasting divine
“Will you be here tomorrow?”

.

About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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6 Responses to Fourteen at Ravenhall

  1. beetleypete says:

    This feels like a personal memoir, Frank.
    You capture the excitement of teen romance so well.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Jennie says:

    Oh, I was brought back to sixteen (not fourteen). Lovely, and thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Duncan McEwan says:

    Around 2 or 3 and I have the photograph to prove it (is there some way to post it?)
    . Long gap to 10 another gap to 12 and from there on out – history. 🙂 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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