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i want him bad

it started out, him, rubbing my hair
he lay above me, loving me
the smell of sex is in the air

he put his mouth on me
gave me the naughtiest sort of kiss
i want to be his sex slave, i want to be his

he thrusts into me
my first time, but i didnt bleed
he kisses my neck, holds me
shows me what i need

oh sweet man that he is
i think i love him
i think im his.

keep it secret
hes just a bit older than me
we're not telling
we'll wait and see

i let him love me. i need him fast
he gives me kisses
and he always cums last.

i feel like a little girl
silly giggles bubble out
he can be my tea pot cause i love his spout

what a way with words as to be tongue tied
trying on so many levels to show the way he makes me see me.

i guess im jailbate which makes no sense
hes 18 and im almost 16 but in my defence
his love is glorious, and so is his loving

he makes me so wet my thighs ass and blanket are all soaked
but god its so good, better than hoped

he gives me head and i think ill die
his tongue shows me new stars in the sky

im beginning to think each orgasm he gives me is a star,
except my dears ther is one problem so far...
there arent enough stars.

Author notes

my first draft
Written May 5th, 2005

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