They were both still a bit under-aged,
But in love, in their own minds engaged!
So God wouldn’t mind, surely,
Acting impurely…
Guilt, by this, neatly assuaged.
Tag: under-age
On the market
No damn bra, short dress, strap off her shoulder,
Lip gloss, pancake rouge, pout and smoulder!
Mouth spray, condoms, key,
Cigarettes, fake ID.
In the right light, she’ll pass for much older!
Prudence
Puckered nipples, small breasts, sweet and biteable!
Clitoris twitchy, excitable!
Too young though, hence
It might cause her offence,
Which might also, alas, be indictable!
Americana 3
She cleans windscreens and he pumps the gas.
Still at school, but the girl’s got some sass!
Dresses sexy, acts flirty,
Don’t mind talkin’ dirty;
Big tits too, and nice bouncy ass.
Americana 4
She works nights at some greasy-spoon diner.
Ain’t told the boss she’s still a minor.
Ain’t got no degree,
What you get’s what you see,
Just big tits and a cosy vagina.
Catch a falling star
A fanatical rock chick, a groupie,
Great arse, pretty face, tits not droopy;
A bit under-age,
But she’d sneak in backstage
And fuck stars till her pussy was soupy!
Grey area
She’d said neither a no, nor a yes,
So, according to state law, I guess…
And just fourteen, as well…
But a man couldn’t tell…
She was fully grown-up, more or less!
Such is life
He’d had one chance at life and cocked up…
He’d been scared he’d be bloody locked up!
It was sheer bad luck…
Two young kids, their first fuck,
And she got herself fucking knocked up!