A tale of young love and raging hormones.
Whilst oblivious people passed us by
In a shop doorway, leaning on the door.
Quite exciting and lots of fun
We had done it many times before.
Sometimes we could take our time.
The only recreation we could find.
Sometimes I would hurry up
Just in case she changed her mind.
Standing in the doorway.
Fumbling in the dark.
Competing with our garments.
Trying not to miss the mark.
Young and reckless give no thought.
To what the consequences were.
Raging hormones took their course
We are adolescent, we don't care.
I recall the first occasion
I found it rather tough
"I did'nt know you were a virgin.
Or I wouldn't have been so rough."
"That's Ok" the girl replied
"I didn't mind you being rough
If I'd known you were going to do it
I could have got my tights off."
I recall another passionate night.
"Are you enjoying it?" I said.
I noticed that with every stroke
The girl would nod her head.
"Are you nodding in approval? "
I asked her with a grin.
"No.. it's every time you make a stroke
It's that you tuck my scarf in."
Many years this went on,well into our teens.
As I got older things got worse
Almost bursting out my jeans.
We were doing it that often
In doorway number four
By the time her eighteenth birthday came
We'd rubbed the paint work off the door.
I'm often reminded of doorway number four
Now old age has finally come.
For when she gets undressed at night
I see the imprint still on her bum.
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