I lost my virginity
In a beat up
Run down
Two star hotel
Near Glossop.
The lingering
Stench of
Air freshener
Greeted our
Arrival,
Masking the
Smell of
Nicotine
That the
Yellow tinged
Cream decor
Could not.
I sat awkwardly
Upon the bed
With the
Dawning
Realisation
Of what
The evening
Had in store.
My date,
My girl,
Or whatever it
Was I'd called her
Back then
Kept swanning
Around the room
With a
Clear look
Of disdain
Upon her face.
It was almost
As if I'd
Brought her
To the place
That would
Finally crush
Her innocence
Once and
For all.
Eventually
She sat
Beside me
And smiled
The little
Awkward smile
That I
Knew no
Answer to.
Embarrassingly
The silence
Between us
Hung heavily
In the air
And no
Attempt
At talking
Was made
On either part,
Instead she
Reached across
And turned
The tv on,
Leaning back
Upon her elbows
To gain a
Better view.
I followed
On her lead
And immersed
Myself in the
Grainy black
And white
Rerun
Of Monty
Python
Sketches
Which,
Admittedly,
Made little sense
To me at
The time.
Suddenly,
Without warning
She broke into
A hysterical
Fit of
Laughter,
Curling up
Beside me
With mascara
Riddled tears
Strolling down
Her cheeks.
I laughed,
More anxiously
Than her
But soon
It overruled
My nerves
And we lay
Gasping
Between breaths
Of hysteria.
Then,
As suddenly
As it came,
The laughter
Faded,
She wiped
Away the
Tears and,
Leaning close
Kissed me,
Just once.
The rest of
The night
Was ours,
There's no need
For further
Words.
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