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Apr 2017
She sashayed in the room
With intent
The freshman named Lillian
Felt eyes when she walked in
The boys said “Daaaaamn!"
Let’s not pretend
She knew her **** was big
But what she didn’t know as class went on
Was a boy couldn’t control his hard-on
14, hormones, puberty
You know what it is
But while others look at her like animals
After all, we are mammals
She knew something was different about him
Something was

As for the boy, he was sitting with his best friend
When Lillian walked in
The boy was an *** man, of course
But he looked at her face
She was pretty
Curvaceous
Confident
She had that aura about her
That was evident
But the boy compared to her couldn’t be more different

She said hi one day
He waved, blushing
He prayed to God that his soldier would be at ease
But that day they would be working on a project
Oh how that girl was a tease

She was different
He was different, too
In their own ways
She noticed his “soldier”
Didn’t say anything about it
She just made him laugh in conversation
It didn’t falter, it actually didn’t want to make him engage in *******

She was different
He was different, too
He saw the beauty other than the obvious
She began to see the same, she was guiltless

Her name was Lillian
Pretty name
Her body was like a work of art
Wish he could actually say it
Tristan Taylor
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Tristan Taylor  31/M/Houston, Texas
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