Young and pretty, pert, splendidly breasted…
A man could get bloody arrested!
Goddam little tease…
Her eyes say “Fuck me please…”
Fucking ripe to be fucking molested!
Tag: lolita
The killing of the cat
She would bear him no great animosity…
She, out of teenage precocity,
Just pushed her luck…
And she copped a good fuck…
Satisfying her damn curiosity
Mean
She stands pouting, not wearing a stitch,
Acting innocent, sly little bitch.
And he’s hard, she can see…
Does she mean him to be?
Just naive? Or a slut? God knows which!
Self-awareness
What’s a man to do? Who could help lusting?
So beautiful, young, and so trusting!
“Damn perv!” he admits,
As he fondles her tits.
Even he thinks he’s bloody disgusting!
Humbert
Feeling guilty, somewhat self-disgusted,
He looked at her, helplessly lusted!
So vibrant, so young,
Perfect tits, lips bee-stung…
And so trusting! But could he be trusted?
Low-hanging fruit
She was succulent! Juicy and ripe!
A bit young, if you heed all that hype
About dirty old men.
She’d have sex soon, but when?
What a pity he wasn’t that type!
Teacher’s pet
Teacher’s pet, damn Lolita, Head’s tart,
Stroked his cock, brought her mouth to said part;
Not hard yet, wait a while,
She thought, flashing her smile;
She’ll just give him a little head-start!
Growing pains
In her own mind, at least, all grown up;
Boys, sex, booze, got it pretty sewn up.
Sneaking out late at night,
Folks don’t know. Or they might.
Any case though, she’ll never own up.
Precociousness
At her age, love would not be condoned;
He’d be ostracised, shamed and disowned.
So they must be discreet,
Pleasure all the more sweet
When the time comes, for being postponed.