“I’m a virgin,” she whispered demurely.
Kissing could not hurt though, surely?
Touching her, there?
She, in fact, didn’t care
If he finished up fucking her, screwily.
Tag: kissing
Reminiscing
“Albert, dear,” she said, reminiscing,
“Apart from the cuddling and kissing,
I rather miss too
Hearing, after we’d screw,
The quite thunderous sound of your pissing!”
Parking
There was no saying who was to blame,
Kissing, fondling, it seemed pretty tame,
But things went a bit far,
In the back of his car;
Though he’d promised he wouldn’t, he came!
The tingle
She was eighteen, a virgin and single;
The boy made her lower parts tingle.
The kissing was great,
And she just couldn’t wait
For their sexual juices to mingle.