Elaine Musing Poem by Terry Collett

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.