They say
you never forget
your first time
& I haven't.
I remember it very well.
It was exhilarating,
my heart was pounding,
I felt electrified.

You were mystical Darling,
I mean freaking awesome
decked out in ****-black,
your gothic garb,
it made me take
a second look,
I was hooked
on you,
wanted you bad.

And the atmosphere
was perfect.
You turned
the lights down so low
& lit up a circle of candles,
it made it feel so surreal,
nothing sad.

My juices were flowing
as your moved your hands
across the slippery board,
answering all my questions
like an old pro,
some kind of witch.

Everything was perfect,
there was great flow,
but still
I thought
you should know Miss,
it creeped me right out
when that sorcery-book
started to float,
then you kissed me.

It sent me into spasms,
I was trembling,
& yet,
I found it strange
how I didn't gloat
my first time
I played Ouija
in the dead of night
with you
lying next to me.

'Cause you're
a real fine lass
& there's no
maybe about it,
there's a lot of sass
in there too
Spooky Baby!