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Click hereYes, I'll admit I was eighteen
at the time in which I speak,
and though under my daddy's rule,
what action my room had seen!
The boys came over.
In and out, in and out.
I undressed with each of them
on the event of their sweet spoken line.
Oh, my daddy would be so ashamed -
I played with two at a time.
How foolish these boys were,
but I didn't have a care in the world,
as long as they had their poles hard
and ready to use them in me and on me,
this is the life of a girl.
At night the boys fled
and I kept the curtains spread.
The man next door could see me, I knew,
and I walked about my room
in my panties and bra
and sat in front of my mirror brushing my hair.
I could feel his brown eyes on me,
his forearm leaning on his window frame.
I laid upon my bed.
I rubbed my breasts,
I rubbed my slit,
and each time I whispered his name.
I shut the lights out
and I wondered if he had came.
All that beautiful cum he must've had,
spitting out so helplessly from it's dick,
sexily staining his hand
and spurting out onto his window pane.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful erotic poem.
Amazing poem telling the "story" of a young girls sexual awakening towards men and young boys. I felt like the older guy in the window while enjoying your writing.
I love a poem that tells a story - yours was an erotic pleasure to read.