It was a high school affair where this girl sought after me,
Luckily, for I was somewhat shy and made love awkwardly,
When I tell you this girls booty put J-Lo to shame, I'm not lying,
And being an ass man my heart rate almost left me dying,
Heart shaped and muscularly contoured into track star thighs,
This little minx backside had me pumped to premature surprise,
Embarrassed? Not really, as a teen it didn't affect performance,
We locked together as one and second round flowed in torrents,
We two beautiful lovers made it an all night session,
Her exquisite body didn't allow any erection regression,
I still think about that night and possibly the worlds nicest bubble,
She now lives far away I need access to James Webb or the Hubble,
To glean a glimpse of this goddess lounging in black sheer lingerie,
Or twerking in pink panties, spank bank material for minds eye to replay,
I'd like to thank that gentle girl and her bulbous apple cheeks,
That one night of passion taught me most pertinent techniques,
That saw me through the rest of my sexual encounters,
Moving like a professional with hip thrusting superpowers,
If only I'd had a camera capturing tight glutes for posterity,
The Guinness book would have pictured proof of her posterior prosperity.
~ Farls Tokley
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Lovelorn Lad
PoesíaWARNING: A few of these poems are not suited for children. The following is a collection of poems that are a fair representation of feelings I had and have for a special person or two. As well as a few scattered memories of one night interludes.
