These are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone.
These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy.
Normal - you
Italics - them
Slight smut warning.
I hoist my boy up onto the chair. He's nervous, I can tell. His father smiles at me as I position our son's hands on the handles. He shoves me off,
"I can do it, Mom."
I laugh at my son's proposed independence. He's six years old and he's already trying to prove that he is a man. My wife places a hand on her hip, slightly annoyed that her son is shoving her off. I place my hands on the seat his legs cling to. "Alright, then you're ready, kid?"
The little boy nods and my mood picks up. I run to the other end of the street and turn around to the both of them. I wait anxiously there.
"Okay, here we go!" I push him forward and his legs start to peddle. We start to pick up speed and at a certain point, I begin to job alongside him. And slowly but surely, I let go of the seat.
I squeal as my husband lets of his seat. My boy squirms and jerks the bike back and forth for a few seconds until he rides straight forward towards me. I jump with joy as the bike's front tire almost touches my leg. "Brake, sweetie!"
The boy pulls back on the break. A little too hard, however. His body lurches forward, but thankfully my wife catches him before he tips over. I'm filled with so much joy right now.
"You did it! You did it all by yourself!"
"What?"
"Dad, let go you. You did it by yourself, honey!" My hands are still placed on the handles, holding him upright.
"Really?"
He turns around to me with a gleam in his eye. "Yeah, I did! You did it, buddy!" I run up the street to the both of them and embrace them in a large hug. Our son jumps up and down on his bike seat. Tears start to prick my wife's eyelids. He did it! And we couldn't be prouder.
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