I Stepped Between Gagoo
And Lovely Samar
When The Orange Was Handed Out
At The Beginning Of The Line
In Some Friend’s House
Whose Name I Can’t Bring Back,
Just Samar’s Big Breasts Clear
Under The Green Angora Sweater,
Gagoo’s Drooped Mouth
When She Collected That Orange
So Close To Her Throat
I Could Feel Her Pulse
As I Wrapped One Arm Around
Her Waist And Pulled Her Snug
So The Orange Would Not Drop
Between Us
But Be Caught Between Our Chests
Where I Could Shimmy Down To Hook
My Jutting Chin
Around Its Cool Smoothness
And, Inch By Inch, Bring It Up Again
Till My Eyes Were Level With Her Lips,
The Gold Sparkle On Them Glinting
Each Time We Swayed
And I Felt Each Breast Give And Give
Till The Orange Was Mine
And She Hung On That Extra Second
Just To See How Firm A Grip
I Really Had, Although The Clock
Was Ticking
And We Knew This Could Be Our Very
Best Time.