WELL, KISS MY POPLITEAL FOSSA!


I remember the golden
tassels of my dress

touching the back
of my knees

as I was kissed
for the very first

time bent over
in a clinch

as if we were
statuary.

The tassels' touch
exquisite in itself.

Much more sensual
than the actual kiss as

I wondered( his tongue
dancing with my tonsils)if:

there was a name for that
sort of thing

( the back of the knees
I mean ).

"Ok Freddie!" I commanded

seeing as I seemed
to be in command here.

"...that's quite enough of that!"

Shattered he
reluctantly

took his tongue
out of my cheek.

"Cheeky ******!" I thought
"should never have let him go

...that far!"

Crestfallen he
stammered a sorry.

"You won't tell my mother
...will you?"

Hid his *******
with his topper.

I went in at once
and asked of father

"Is there a name
for the back of the knees?"

"Of course there is my love!
It's your popliteal fossa!"

I tingled
to my toes

having discovered my first
erogenous zone

and knowing
that one day

I would become
a doctor.