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Oh How The Night Moves.....(The Summer of '73)

"Ms. Pussy strikes again...."

Gymnatorium,
Multi-purpose room
for just 10 minutes,
it becomes our little
temple of doom

The spring of '73
Child's play is all it should be
13 years old
learning all about the birds
and the bees.....

��..workin' on our night moves
trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
workin' on our night moves
in the sweet summertime, summertime �

Stage curtain pulled
pitched black and the girls knew it
Knew that's �where the boys are�
that's what drew them to it.....

�..enter the terror dome
slowly, stage left
and all the little boys
ready to pounce
leap down from the storage shelf

incessant giggling and laughter
pubescent arousal on the fly
hormones firing off
like fireworks on the 4th of July

awkward teenage hands
groping around in the dark
squeezing , teasing perky
breast,
buns
and young tenderoni,
triggering that deep
tingling
causing that electric blue arc
when those synapses, those impulses start to spark......

�.and you feelin' things you ain't never felt before
thinkin' that maybe you ought to run
but wanting to feel that tingle just a little bit more

( �....we can fuck until the dawn,
making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City can't you see,
thoughts of pretty you and me� )

She wore

a miniskirt
and long, amber hair
jade green eyes
no underwear

and I still had
my gym shorts on
all self control
already gone

my hands did creep
beneath her dress
body against the wall
stiff points way up high
against my chest

I grabbed her ass
and she slowly opened her thighs
pussy soakin' wet
and to my surprise

she grabbed my dick
right out my shorts
heard her gasp
and with a loud report.....

�...I never felt one
this big before�
and spread her legs just a little more

she pulled my serpent against
her lips, I felt the juices
begin to slip...

down her legs
wet and wild
and there in the darkness.....

�.Ms. Pussy started to smile

pretty little white girl
pumping my peter
pulling it hard and steady
her hands felt like a heater

and both our bodies
began this odd, funky little dance
my big fingers slid up inside....

�..and she's pumping my big black cock
right out of my pants

Helter Skelter...

�..and nature calls
I shot my shit all over
the back stage wall

and she caught the rest
all over her hands
her lithe, pale body shuddering
still doing that odd, little dance

�..and on popped the light
and Mrs. Vinson entered the room
all the kids runnin'
from our self proclaimed
"temple of doom"

� �Get yourselves together,
you two are going to the office....�
Debbie pulled down her short, little skirt
and my �situation� thus
began to go soft.

and once again, Ms. Pussy simply smiled....

� � � � � � � � �(�.and so did Mrs. Vinson) 😜

�...I woke last night to the sound of thunder
how far off I sat and wondered
started humming a song from 1962
ain't it funny how the night moves
when you just don't seem to have as much to lose
strange how the night moves............with autumn closing in �

musical inspiration from Bob Segar's "Night Moves"