The Kids of Make-Out Ridge

 

The ridge over the desert,

high in the sands,

away from the prying eyes of

parents and pervs, and those

not cool enough for Make-Out Ridge.

 

The Kids of Make-Out Ridge;

they make out.

Car loads of horny teens,

drive up to the ridge,

and kiss each other.

 

They writhe and press,

peck and paw,

lustily gnawing on each

other as if life on this planet

would cease to be if they stopped touching.

 

Row after row,

of foggy windowed cars,

rocking and rolling back and forth,

with every impassioned embrace,

teens living and dying with each

soulful kiss.

 

They talk of love, soul-mates,

children, their lives,

while cuddled in the post kiss

embrace, arm in arm,

hand over hand.

 

The sexual enthusiasm at

a fevered peak; but so few couples

go all the way at Make-Out Ridge,

because that’s not what you do

at Make-Out Ridge.

It’s for kissin’ and for cuddlin’.

 

If you want to go all the way,

you have to go all the way down,

to Eve’s Valley, where the Drive-in Movies used

to be. That’s where the bad kids go.

The bad sex kids and their sexy sexiness.

 

The bad kids and their liberated ideas,

and bodies and minds and cool clothes;

they all “do it” at Eve’s Valley;

which is what all the Kids of Make-Out Ridge

think anyway.  

 

The Kids of Eve’s Valley,

they think the same about

the Kids of Make-Out Ridge,

and no one really knows,

and no one really cares.

 

Now, where did you say you wanted

me to drive you?