Silky skin, her warm, firm breast

Silky skin, her warm, firm breast,
Fingers moving, nipple soft,
Don't arouse it; she's at rest,
After being high, aloft.

Without drugs, unless the taste
Semen gave, be one for her.
Mine was pussy juice, no haste,
Understand, she did concur.

Tongue between her twitching thighs,
Wanted only what she should,
Wanted her deservéd prize.
Gave it her I did, I could!

Licking lips, I moaned with sighs.
She did too, but wanted more:
"Please, again, between my thighs."
Really in her, like before?

Twice we had, both ways so good,
Now, once more, that way again?
Young, so young, she thought I could?
Thought I could, once more, again?

Youth infects; I must, I would,
Nodding, I agreed, she on me,
Finding with her hand, I could,
Moaning, moving eagerly.

Disappoint her I did not.
Nor did she, she had been right,
Made me spurt, again, a lot.
Youth infects, I had, delight!

Dawn was breaking, night foreby.
Silky skin, her warm, firm breast,
Fingers moving, nipple nigh.
Now they found it, did molest.

"Mmmm," she moaned and touched them there,
Held them, wanted them to move,
Moaned again, then asked: "Oh? Where?"
"Here, with me, my too young love."

"Mmmm! Too good, you can't know how!
Not too young; I'm eighteen now.
And Uncle Lou, I love you too."