not Steve

we danced, and drank, and danced
she introduced me to her friends, who also
danced, and drank, and danced
she told them my name was Steve
, but it’s not

when i took her home, we made out in the car
her perky a-cup in my hand, nipple hard,
my cock, hard
i remember her lips,
she tasted like fucking strawberries,
i left there, unsatisfied
she was eighteen tomorrow

i drove back to the bar, where her friends
were eighteen yesterday –
they tasted like red, ripe,
glistening cherries

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