With their puberties contemporaneous,
Fate, chance, things rather extraneous
Played out, so when
She first thought about men,
He was there; their first fuck just spontaneous.
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Smells like team spirit
As the locker room’s big mirror fogs,
And the girls all strip off their wet togs,
In the shower they squeal,
Share soap, cop a feel,
Play turns into slippery snogs!
Private dancer
As she pirouettes round them the men all hope
Maybe they’ll get a kiss, then a grope.
“God, please,” he begs,
“Let me part those long legs,
And be up in there, pushing her envelope!”
The laps of the gods
The boys think she’s a gift from the gods;
A boy winks, and she giggles and nods.
A quick brush of their lips,
Then it’s down with their zips,
And in no time, they’re shooting their wads!
Ride 'em cowboy!
What a beauty! A prize! She’s a keeper!
He’d thought she was shy. What a sleeper!
He squeezes her breasts,
She bucks back and protests,
As he pulls himself into her deeper!
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!
Excelsior
He loved watching her shake and perspire;
The posture was making her tire.
With each stroke, he swore,
He drove in a bit more;
With each thrust, he was taking her higher!
User pays
Any way that men twisted and bent her,
To get at the hole in her centre,
Was okay, she said,
Just as long as they read
Her tattoo, which said “Pay as you enter”.
What's not to like
“Did you like that?” she said, with a grin,
Gobs of semen still dripped from her chin.
Well, of course, he said yes,
As she slipped off her dress,
Out of which she was, more so than in.
Both sides of the story
A man lies, makes false promises, flatters;
To men, nothing but the fuck matters.
They brag to their mates,
While, at home, the girl waits,
Hymen, clothes, reputation in tatters.