Out Behind The Woodshed

Most people won’t ever know it,
Bout the story gone untold,
About out Behind the woodshed,
That day it was so damp and cold.

You came around the corner,
I knew that you would come to see,
I felt your hand upon my breast,
Your attention set on me.

Wasn’t sure of what you’d expect,
But I’d not run or turn away,
I’d give you what you wanted,
I was ready for some fun that day.

You never turned to kiss me,
But your touch was soft yet strong,
Those surprises out behind the woodshed
I never felt once that it was wrong,

Oh if others only knew,
How naughty we were that day,
Out behind the woodshed,
Where we touched in a precious way.

Another memory to add,
Another mark with my pen,
Another daydream to dream,
Another thought that won’t end.