With Sarah Pickles round the back,
wild beating heart and pounding breath.
Brushed her lightly freckled arm,
her hand went down with touch so deft.
She pulled me in her lips were close,
my parting feet disturbed the grass.
Hot fingers stretched to touch her hem,
but some things happen far too fast.
She wiped herself off on my shirt,
the world shrank back to normal size.
I gave her half a crown I’d saved,
with trembling hand adjusted tie.