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...