WE ARE FATED TO PRETEND

THE ONLY EXEPTION

My first kiss went a little like this, and twist.
I said no more teachers, no more books
I got a kiss under the bleachers hoping that nobody looks.
Lips like liquorish.
Tongue like candy.
Excuse me miss but can I get you out your panties?
In the back of the car.
On the way to the bar.
I got you on my lips.
At the foot on the stairs, with my fingers in your hair.
Baby, this is it.