His lips are on mine but wait they're not yours.
His hands are on my hips gripping with force.
I'm moaning for someone else, oh, that's right, of course.
It's okay though, you told me I could.
Funny though, you didn't think I would.
His kiss is messy, it's all teeth and tongue.
He's the first minor I've fucked, wow he's so young.
He's two years older than me.
Fuck, this is good, I can barely breathe.
His hands wander briefly, they're warm and of comfort.
They're warm and wow he's up my shirt.
Who knew I'd love this so much?
The lust of his touch.
YOU ARE READING
Honesty Hour
PoetryI'm a liar. A dirty, dirty, secretive liar. The only honesty about me is shown through my writing. (yes the cover is a selfie I don't know how to do covers I'll change it later)
