When I was fourteen,
I didn't know how to treat a girl.
...let alone pleasure one.
This worried me.
I needed to practice.
until I found she.
oh, she smelled of Clorox and had the fashion sense of a child.
she had a gap in her teeth the size of mountains creek,
her body had the texture of a water bed...
however....
...so did her *******
but nobody was going to know or notice,
the filthy swine would ****** a bovine queen with huge *******
thus began an unforgettable experience of *********** and false intimacy.
the experiments,
the tests,
of making love,
or forging ***
making memories, forged with regrets.
she put up with my exploration and experimentation for nearly a year.
or two....
...three...
however discrete.
I was embarrassed of walking down the street with my hands clasped with hers.
But, never felt bad when it was under her shirt, or skirt, *****
I was (and am) a pervert.
I remember I told she sweet things, just to get the,
two *******
two thighs,
a cannoli for she,
and finger food for me.
I took she behind buildings,
in parks,
in woods,
in dark,
behind a bank,
in alley,
but almost rarely...
...in my house.
hmm...
when I was fourteen...
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
When I was fourteen,
I didn't know how to treat a girl.
...let alone pleasure one.
This worried me.
I needed to practice.
until I found she.
oh, she smelled of Clorox and had the fashion sense of a child.
she had a gap in her teeth the size of mountains creek,
her body had the texture of a water bed...
however....
...so did her *******
but nobody was going to know or notice,
the filthy swine would ****** a bovine queen with huge *******
thus began an unforgettable experience of *********** and false intimacy.
the experiments,
the tests,
of making love,
or forging ***
making memories, forged with regrets.
she put up with my exploration and experimentation for nearly a year.
or two....
...three...
however discrete.
I was embarrassed of walking down the street with my hands clasped with hers.
But, never felt bad when it was under her shirt, or skirt, *****
I was (and am) a pervert.
I remember I told she sweet things, just to get the,
two *******
two thighs,
a cannoli for she,
and finger food for me.
I took she behind buildings,
in parks,
in woods,
in dark,
behind a bank,
in alley,
but almost rarely...
...in my house.
hmm...
when I was fourteen...
Request permission to use this poem