Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
There were no options; we just had to do it. No need to get her on the mood; she was on. Kisses led to takin’ off each other’s clothes. She’s wearin’ very silky underwear – not a G-string. Nothing at the top, ******* explored. She’s lookin’ real weak like she’s sayin’ “take your time”. Well; I took my time to get her even weaker. Until she says to me; “I want it now”. Whispering breathlessly. Immediately my Greenwich time stood still. Sweats was on a marathon down my face Like a glistening dews of mount Horeb I love it when she starts whispering. I’m still on my boxers. She touches me all over. Even where I thought she wouldn’t. She licks my finger like I’ve never seen. Her body is all mine. We were caught by a hurricane of emotions In between her legs, going softly I could feel her nails on my waist. I can’t stop, she’ speakin’ in tongues. At the end were all quiet. I can hear her heart beat. I stare at her and she smiles a bit. Her smile says: ‘I love you’. I know to her I’m for ever ‘The Man’. Few days later ‘The Man’ is arrested for **** All he can say was; ‘I didn’t know she was sixteen, I didn’t know she was sixteen.’ Poets: A-LONE & V54
0
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
Sweet 6teen.
There were no options; we just had to do it. No need to get her on the mood; she was on. Kisses led to takin’ off each other’s clothes. She’s wearin’ very silky underwear – not a G-string. Nothing at the top, ******* explored. She’s lookin’ real weak like she’s sayin’ “take your time”. Well; I took my time to get her even weaker. Until she says to me; “I want it now”. Whispering breathlessly. Immediately my Greenwich time stood still. Sweats was on a marathon down my face Like a glistening dews of mount Horeb I love it when she starts whispering. I’m still on my boxers. She touches me all over. Even where I thought she wouldn’t. She licks my finger like I’ve never seen. Her body is all mine. We were caught by a hurricane of emotions In between her legs, going softly I could feel her nails on my waist. I can’t stop, she’ speakin’ in tongues. At the end were all quiet. I can hear her heart beat. I stare at her and she smiles a bit. Her smile says: ‘I love you’. I know to her I’m for ever ‘The Man’. Few days later ‘The Man’ is arrested for **** All he can say was; ‘I didn’t know she was sixteen, I didn’t know she was sixteen.’ Poets: A-LONE & V54
Calling out all *** offenders and child molesters to morality and being good souls in society, stay away from Forbidden fruits. Let's raise our children rather destroying their innocence with abuse
NALone
Written by
42/M/South Africa
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem