Though her tits are just bumps on her ribs,
“I might marry you one day” he fibs.
She says “I love you too…
When I’m ready to screw,
And I’m old enough to, you’re first dibs!”
Tag: age of consent
Jailbait
“Well, a fuck’s pretty much in the bag,”
He presumed, then his plans hit a snag.
“I’ll be sixteen next week,”
She said, flashing a peek
Of her right boob. “Come on but, let’s shag!”
Jumping the gun
They were both still a bit under-aged,
But in love, in their own minds engaged!
So God wouldn’t mind, surely,
Acting impurely…
Guilt, by this, neatly assuaged.
Post-traumatic dress disorder
Just sixteen, little more than a child,
But precocious, flirtatious and wild!
Clumsy hands in her bra,
Being fucked in a car,
Though what trauma this caused did seem mild.
Law abiding citizen
She was pretty as hell, though flat-chested.
“You old enough, baby?” he jested.
“It all up to you,
But I don’t want to do
Anything that might get me arrested!”
Beginner’s luck
Conscience nagged, but the girl wasn’t listening,
Naked, her cunt wet and glistening.
Barely of age,
And naive, still, to gauge,
By the look on her face at the christening!
First impressions
She looked quite immature, initially;
Only a girl, superficially.
Later she proved,
By the way that she moved,
She was plenty of woman, officially!
Age of consent
As she neared the age of consent;
Woman’s breasts, woman’s hips, woman’s scent,
Men and boys watched her pass,
Bouncing tits, swaying arse,
As they loitered close by, with intent.