Though not quite yet of age, young and prime,
To not root her would seem a damn crime!
Some weeks more, months at worst…
Yet… to be the girl’s first!
It’s, of course, just a matter of time.
Tag: age of consent
Cherry blossom time
She was sixteen, no longer a kid,
Cherry something of which to be rid.
That cute guy at the gym,
She could lose it with him…
Could…might…would… in fact, did!
Inciting to riot
Cheeky bitch! She like started a brawl,
Only jist old enough, and still small!
Sayin’ “How ’bout a screw?
Maybe startin’ with you…
Heck! There’s plenty damn pussy fer y’all!”
The right stuff?
Maybe sixteen, and pretty enough,
Sexy dress, make-up, strutting her stuff,
Acting ready to screw;
He thought, what would she do
If a man felt like calling her bluff?
In the heat of the moment
Well, you know… it can be hard to gauge,
In the heat of the moment… the age
Of a girl. (Too damn young?
God! She’s good with her tongue!)
Though you could, perhaps, ask, at some stage.
No-no
Certain no-nos should just be exempted!
She’d stripped off, which rather pre-empted
The fact of consent.
Young and sweet, heaven-sent!
Oh, indeed, he was quite sorely tempted!
Youth
By sixteen, she’d matured and bloomed,
Ripe and ready, flirtatious, perfumed,
Out with boys late most nights,
Sampling all the delights
Of the flesh, her poor parents presumed.
The name of the game
They discovered by plain curiosity
Sexualised reciprocity;
Just kids at play,
Till he fucked her one day,
Though she bore him, still, no animosity.
Coming of age
Birthday lunch at the Ritz, very pleasant!
“More champagne, my girl? How’s your pheasant?”
Her rich uncle paid.
“Sixteen… Time you got laid…
And no time, dear girl, like the present!”
Ignorance is bliss
Daddy tucked her in, kissed her goodnight…
Almost sixteen… somehow not quite right…
He’d just die if he knew
The rude things that she’d do
To herself when he turned out the light!