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YOU SHOUDN'T

Poetry By: dadio
Poetry


Tags: Boy, Girl, Summer, Sexual


A BOY AND GIRL AND SEXUAL MATTERS


Submitted:Dec 24, 2013    Reads: 67    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


You shouldn't have

bought me

the Mahler 6th

Judy said

but I appreciate it

and with that

she kissed your cheek

the Mahler gift box

was tucked under

her arm

and you both walked

to the village pub

and ordered

a couple of drinks

and sat outside

in the warm

summer evening

she talked

of her university course

about to begin

that October

the law degree

and you sat

watching her

her long fair hair

the blue of eyes

the small

delicate lips

as if butter wouldn't

but lovely

all the same

and as she talked

you remembered that day

she took you back

to her place

(her parents being out)

and out

in her back garden

she began to kiss you

and put her arms

around you

and held you close

and the sky

was a blue of Van Gogh

tall trees around

looking on

and you kissed

her lips and neck

and opened up

her creamy blouse

and kissed down

as far as you could

the beginning

of her breasts

milky soft and smooth

and she put her hand

to your groin

and kind of invited

the pecker to join

and you put

your hand slowly

into back

of her blue jeans

and sensed

her soft skin

the crevice of her

and she said

we could go upstairs

ok

you said

and so you followed her

indoors and up

the stairs

the old cottage

with the old ceiling

low and snugly

and you reached

her small room

and the single bed

and pictures

on her walls

and ornaments

and her Teddy Bear

on the bed

and the whole

middle class aroma

you sensed there

and she stood there

as if thinking should I?

you kissed her

and held her

feeling along her back

kissing her neck

and she hand her hands

about you

and her lips met yours

and it was softly pressing

tongues meeting

and the pecker

wanted to get in

on the action

and was kind of

pressing against

your fly

and she began

to undress

and you helped

and the smell of her

was succulent

and you could

have eaten her

and sucked her

then a car door slammed

and you froze

and she looked alarmed

and said

God that's them

who?

the parents

and she dressed

where she had undressed

and you tried to calm

the pecker

and get it to lay down

and she listened

as she finished dressing

come on

she said

down stairs

or they will guess

if we're up here

and O God

you thought

so near and yet

so far

and the parents

came in

just as you both

sat in the sofa

by the fireplace

she flushed

as a tanned backside

and you hoping

the pecker

had gone to sleep

nodded to her father

as he came in

and the mother

looked at you both

with a motherly grin.





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