She surfs porn. She knows all the damn tricks…
If she ever gets hold of boys pricks…
Not fifteen, young and restless,
Annoyingly breastless,
Just fingers and toys for her kicks.
Tag: fifteen
Summer of love
She was fifteen. Her name was… what? Julie?
Age, names didn’t bug us unduly.
Free love, lots of weed…
Well, what more did we need?
She had nice tits. She smelled of patchouli.
The madam
Just fifteen when she went on the game,
Now she owned her own house of ill fame.
She still screwed the odd john,
Just to be, like, hands-on;
Plus se change, the more ever the same!
Cool at school
These days sex starts before you leave school,
About fifteen or so, as a rule:
If you’re asked for a screw,
And your girlfriends all do,
To say no would be lame, and not cool.