Reunion #25- Terrie

(note- no underage sex is implied or described, any such activity was between consenting adults 18 or over)

Reunion: #25-TERRIE

Terrie Sarcassian, as American as apple pie
2nd generation Persian, what a big surprise
No burka to hide her face
No shame, not a trace
She was one of the those I fascinated on
Who never saw my dick grow long
Terrie had a face like a Pekinese
Tiny nose, big eyes that pleased
I picked her out in summer camp
Danced the square dance, feet a stamp
Too young to even steal a kiss
I held tight to that pretty miss
We dated a few times when I was a sprout
But I never got my boner out
I invited her to a beach party one summer day
I held her hand and heard her say
“Your fingernails scratched”
”Oh I’m sorry,” and we unlatched
On the rim of adventure on the beach
Her pussy was within easy reach
But I abandoned a digital introduction
As I was to inexperienced for real fuck'en
So I never even got to base third
Though a few years later I heard
Guys say she was an easy lay
But was it just easy to say?
George peeked through her basement window
Saw two guys fucking her a po
George said it was a sin
How she serviced the two of them
With a butt job and a screw
She obviously knew just what to do
Terrie opened a travel agency after graduation
I never booked or had a vacation
Poor boys eat the pussy scraps
Rich boys get their cock lapped
She always had those perky tits
Not so big but they didn’t dip
But cancer showed up and claimed its bounty
The youngest girl in the county
At 20 she’d lost both tits
That’s what I call “real life shit”
Some suggested she was punished for her sin
That is stupid, don’t even begin
She didn’t last long after that travail
The doctors tried but sadly failed
She’s buried out at Lawndale
A statue of an Angel above her grave looks merry
With two perky tits just like Terrie
My best friend was in love with her after leaving school
Says she would masturbate his tool
While selling tickets on the phone
She would jerk his funny bone
I always though perhaps he was lying
Till he pulled out a photo of her trying
Yes, that was Terrie, a smile on her lip
Covered in cum, from her mouth to her hip
Don’t castigate the whorish gals
Who like sex like all your pals
Some women are just like men
They love to get fucked again and again
I still can see her bright eyes and how she cocked her head
Had to believe she is cold and dead
Sometimes I go out to visit her grave
Kiss the tit of that angel that day
I put a used condom on her tomb
I’d leave a stone but there is no room
When no one is near and we two are alone
I tell her she was the first love I wanted to bone
Then a sharp noise, I look up above
The sky so blue you feel in love
A large crow looks down, flying overhead
Perhaps the soul of Terrie is not dead?