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Click hereHe shares his mind,
That's full of thoughts
Of how to make me blush;
He cannot help
His wicked mien,
But isn't in a rush...
For he has found
That it is fun
To see me bite my lip;
And how delightful
It can be
When he shows me his prick!
I will look down
Or just away
Until he lifts my chin,
And chides me
"You're a naughty girl,
Now it's time to begin!"
He doesn't want
To lose my shy,
When I can lose my clothes;
And he can tease me,
Tell me why
It's my fault, I suppose,
How can he ever
Tame the beast,
When I provoke him so,
Abusing me,
Unsubtly,
With words as harsh as blows!
And if his fingers
Trespass soon
He's bound to follow on -
Release my tears,
As all my fears
Are realised when he comes.
I love how you paint these pictures with your poems! It’s so easy to place yourself in either character! Good work my dear!
Méli must do as she is told,
Or else there will be trouble.
Stay meek, my girl, don't dare do bold
Get ready, at the double.
Stand legs apart, head up, that's good
His fingers start to stray,
She can't help it, her cunt gets damp,
He always gets his way.