When I stuck my tongue into Billy’s ear <br />I could taste his mom’s perfume <br />bitter, but bearable when you’re <br />sixteen and experimenting <br />Snuck him in through the bedroom window <br />with his clunky platform shoes <br />He was all legs so he snagged his <br />polyester pantsuit <br />on the window bracket screw <br />I did his eyes up all dramatic <br />with powder blue eye shadow and <br />lined his pouty lips <br />with my glitter gloss <br />They were so shiny slick <br />they made my mind go dirty quick <br />Laying in bed <br />listening to lps <br />his small hands slid up and down <br />my teenage body <br />Then I smiled at him <br />with a sly eyebrow because <br />Billy drove me crazy <br />and I still can’t put a finger on his mystery <br />I just know he liked other boys <br />better than he liked me <br /> <br /> <br />Written by Sara Fielder © Feb 2014<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/billy-ii/
