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Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
I didn’t notice them at first
But they were there
We talked
But not much at first
But I knew they were there
One day
You wore a low cut top
Showing me a glimpse of them
They said hello shyly
We were in class
I tried not to stare
I failed badly
Did you notice me?

A few years later
You appeared more womanly
They said hello again
I wanted to see them
So you did
You showed them to me
Oh, they are so beautiful
And such teases
You told me how big they were
Those delicious Double D’s
There’s something about it
I can’t explain it
Every time I see you
My eyes divert to them.
I want them
I want to feel them
I try not to stare
But I fail
I love *****
I love your *****
Is that so bad?
Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
He looked at her lower back
Expecting it
Any second now
She was wearing low rise jeans
It was bound to happen
What was she hiding?
He was about to find out
Bam! Jackpot!
Lace pink ones
Interesting, he thought
It was his first time he’s seen hers
Sometimes he would see some only once
Sometimes he would see some daily
That would be the only time he would see them
After all, she did wear them her way

He learned some things
And passed it on saying
“You can always learn a little bit
From what ******* she has on”

Freshman year, he’ll never forget
His first female friend he made
“She’s a ****” His friends persuaded
One day in Algebra, her black thong displayed

Three years later, same thing
They were both in the choir
She made his heart sing
He saw a blue g-string, he blinked
Because he thought he saw a wink

He saw a cute polka dotted pair
On a curvy girl he liked with long hair
His eyes said Hello to a certain Kitty
To a friend of his with big *******

He even got up skirted... A few times
The first time the girl lifted her skirt
And showed the whole class
That her ******* are as green as Spring grass

The second time was funny really
The girl was known as kind of a freak back then
When she did it, she probably didn’t mean it
But the boys’ thirsts needed to be quenched

Whenever history class got boring
A certain girl got him stirring
He daydreamed about her *** going in a circle
And one day he learned about a **** secret that happened to be purple

He saw a pair through yoga pants
After all, they were translucent
She was a dancer
He could see it all, it was magnificent

And one chick was in the band
And the choir
She actually showed it to them on a dare
Hmm, red, good choice of attire.

Through it all
He learned these things
After observation
Warning
This can cause an altercation
These ******* hide the sweetness
That is consummation
Some girls are sweet
Most are sassy
But that was the fun part
What were they hiding?
Tristan Taylor Apr 2017
She was pretty
She was curvaceous
Yet she thought there was something missing
She had a life worth living
A soap opera called high school
But one thing
One thing she was wishing
The boys were looking
At the ladies that got
The one thing that she does not
“I wanna be thick”
She said, with sass
She knew they were looking at girls with the ***
Little did she know she had plenty to offer
That is to the monster


She had biology class with me
Sat in the back
Talkative
Got my curiosity
Why?
In all honesty,
Her ample cleavage got me
Her lips and caramel skin
Got me too, you see
She had a tight body
She might have caught me looking
It’s ok
No 25 to life
Only did it once
Maybe twice


She said
“I want my ***** to be bigger”
From observation
She worked with what God gave her
She had communications class
Sat on the left
Real talkative
After all, everybody was
Even me
I think it was even in the syllabus
Speaking of it
We had a How-To project
Hers were how to do the
“Pop, Lock, and Drop It”

Football players had their eyes on her
Other boys did too
As she did the dance
And she liked the ****
Her ******* were Lace
Peeking out
She smirked
She liked it
She admitted it
I tilted my head
As she smiled
In my mind
I was curious
What’s going on behind that smile



The monster came later
In the form of a schoolteacher
Everything was cool at first
Then something told her he was disturbed
He touched her randomly
She shook it off
He touched her on the leg
She cursed
All of a sudden, she had a dilemma
After class, the monster forced her to have dementia
The monster touched her
With that look in his eyes
She looked in them
And felt every male look
And animalistic gaze
All over again...
All over again...

— The End —