When she laughed, and she called him a wanker,
He chose not to give in to rancour,
But said “We shall see”,
Put her over his knee,
And then pulled down her panties to spank her!
Author: pete
So near , yet so far
She said “no”, but he thought that she might:
He pressed on, though his chances seemed slight.
She relaxed just so far
As to take off her bra,
Then he almost got in, but not quite.
By invitation only
Though his love for her came uninvited,
His future seemed unfairly blighted:
His love strong and pure
Could not have been truer,
Yet was, nonetheless, unrequited.
Message received
She lounged languidly, hips splayed, inviting,
Moist pussy displayed… so exciting!
Her nipples erect…
Her intent, in effect,
She could not have made plainer in writing.
Sensual woman
She smelled spicy, and musky, and sweet;
Enough fat, enough succulent meat;
Slightly gamey to taste;
With some oil to baste,
Good enough, salty-sweated, to eat!
Incitement
In response to her flirty incitement,
His state of erotic excitement
Quite fogged his young mind,
And so rendered him blind,
He knew not what her shocked shade of white meant.
Fifteen
At fifteen or so, girls’ hormones surge;
They’re beset by the primeval urge.
They become over-sexed,
And they flirt and they sext
With boys, also perched right on the verge.
Premeditation
Though a virgin, she thought, if she chose,
That, depending on feelings, who knows…
If the fellow was cute,
And he wanted a root,
She’d say yes, if the question arose.
An eye for the mainchance
As he cranked up the foreplay a notch,
He thought “This is one chance I won’t botch!”
He let go of one tit,
Wet his fingers with spit,
And reached down for a grab at her crotch.
The way of the world
It’s the way of the world, I suppose;
A young girl has to stay on her toes.
She’d said yes to a drink
Which, of course, made him think
She might root. And she did. So it goes.