It's all there
in her head
the words said
while at school
in the class
whispered so
just near her
and outside
other girls
say things loud
how's the sex
frumpy girl?
she lies back
on her bed
while at home
some Elvis
song next door
her sister
playing loud
on the old
gramophone
if only
John would kiss
her again
but this time
to tell her
and softer
on the lips
she blushes
she senses
the redness
in her face
her body
responding
she hates school
hates lessons
all too hard
to take in
how's the sex?
what is it?
this sex stuff?
would John know?
the window
the sun's soft
warming glow.