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
Tag: teen
The blush
His remark had been rather obscene…
The poor girl, still an innocent teen
Blushed as red as a beet,
From her head to her feet
And the lovely pink parts in between!
Growing up
In her teens, she came out of her shell,
Smoked and drank, started fucking as well,
Said “I am who I am,
And I don’t give a damn.
God and parents can all go to hell!”
Her own woman
An adventurous, curious child,
As a teen, she’d been left to run wild.
When she took him to bed,
She then afterwards said
“We must do that again, soon,” and smiled.
Impatience
“If you loved me, you’d fuck me,” he said.
“Come on, prove that you do! Come to bed!”
Of course, once she’d been dared,
(It was not that she cared),
She stripped off. “Pussy, arse or some head?”
The biological imperative
From the moment they enter their teens,
A young person’s life wildly careens,
In the headlong pursuit
Of somebody to root,
In a mad rush to pass on their genes.
Fifteen
At fifteen or so, girls’ hormones surge;
They’re beset by the primeval urge.
They become over-sexed,
And they flirt and they sext
With boys, also perched right on the verge.