The first time you touched me
I was just nine
Parked deep in the woods
A rutted lane
Where no one would see
Or know
Just the three of us
Jammed tightly in your pickup
Just a simple trip to the store
Or so your wife
And my mom thought
But no way they could know
Or see
Just what you did to me
And what you did
To your pretty daughter, Jill
Just six
So trusting in her dad
A dad who didn't hesitate
To expose his swollen stalk
Which surprised me
But only made Jill giggle
Innocently, we took turns
Fondling and making it
Good for him
Until it exploded in my hands
For the first of many times.