She was twelve, almost fucking thirteen…
Nothing happening… know what I mean?
Prepubertal, restless,
The young and the breastless
Not kid nor grown up… fucking stuck in between!
Tag: puberty
Tomboy no more
She matured distressingly early…
A tomboy… so suddenly girly!
The bumps on her chest,
Bigger bum, all the rest…
Plumper pussy… the bush, short and curly!
Surrealism
In kids’ teens, with their hormonal surges,
A whole nother creature emerges…
They struggle to deal…
It’s kind of surreal…
With wild, inappropriate urges!
Ennui
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.
Ripe
Post-pubescent, her womanhood blooming,
Boys sniffing round, older men grooming…
She’s yet to decide,
Let alone to confide,
Whom she’ll give herself to… just assuming.
Efflorescence
In her teens, as she filled out and bloomed,
A new life of adventure soon loomed…
Boys with cars (smooch and cruise),
Parties, drugs, sex and booze…
To all this, not unpleasantly, doomed.
Degrees of separation
She just wanted to be just good friends,
But at puberty, innocence ends.
And good old rough and tumble
Becomes grope and fumble,
Then fucking, as nature intends!
Tail-twitching
Around puberty, young women bloom;
Bosoms burgeon, their musky perfume,
Just like bitches on heat,
Attracts boys in the street,
Tail-sniffing, cocks stiff, for their womb.
Nipped in the bud
Girls, come puberty, soon as they bloom,
Await mostly the same pleasant doom;
To be noticed by men,
And desired, and then
Be deflowered; who knows, though, by whom?
Youth
By sixteen, she’d matured and bloomed,
Ripe and ready, flirtatious, perfumed,
Out with boys late most nights,
Sampling all the delights
Of the flesh, her poor parents presumed.