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Kissin Cousins



Cousin Carrie was my age

when she came into the family

her mother married my uncle

and they moved two blocks over.

Carrie would come to the house

and play with my sister,

who was a little younger.



We were twelve,

catching fireflies

playing tag,

hide and seek in twilight's retreat.

There was a clump of bushes

back in the northwest corner

gave good cover for hiding

Carrie knew my spot,

she made it her's too.



She use to love to lay next to me

back in the bushes

put her arms around me

tickling,

to give our position away.

I didn't mind too much either.



We played the game well

you tickle me

I'll tickle you

I found that girl's were soft to feel,

and I liked it.



One summer night

we ditched the rest of the crowd

found our favorite spot,

let the tickling begin.

We went at it in force

don't know if it was on purpose

her's

mine

or both

but Carrie ended up on top of me,

and the tickling had stopped.



I remember well,

her feel

her long brown hair

flowing down across my face

her beautiful blue eyes

filled with questions,

and I hoped I had the answers

when we met in the middle

of that barrier we just crossed.



Innocent lips met in a first kiss

fragile and tender

heaven sent,

and somehow our tongues

knew to dance.



All of a sudden

Carried jumped up

left a tickle

and a giggle behind,

was the first

and last time

I ever kissed my cousin,

but a young man found out

that kissing

was more fun

than tickling,

and girls took on a new meaning.



BG 1-20-05