Teenage Erotica

Your hands run up my thigh,
How I love that grin,
Steeped with the coming promise of sin,
Putting all those naughty thoughts back on my mind,

I wonder this time if you’ll be kind,
Not just chain me to the bedpost,
So that you can treat me like a ghost,
And ensure that you come first,

Where do you want to quench that thirst?
My place or yours?
Doesn’t matter, as long as I remember you come in fours,
Not counting the free one in the car on the way home,

Your nails scratching across my scalp like a comb,
Grabing handfuls of my hair,
So that you can keep me there,
While demanding I give you more head,

I hear the neighbors awake from their bed,
It only makes your moans grow louder,
In this type of performance art, you've never floundered,
Hey,I don’t even remember if we closed the front door,

Yet after all this, you still need more,
Even though the sun is coming up,
You beg for me to fill your cup,
I feel the scream die in my throat,

The same time my hot stream sprays your sex with a white coat,
I give one last thrust, pleased with another chance to get you off,
Soon as I go soft and slip out of you with a dry cough,
You roll over and say,
 “Lets do it again”