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"Wild Child"
September, Indian summer
Evening time, past dusk, not quite dark
She heads outside
Undressing
and intruding on the glistening water of the pool
Lets herself fall under then asks why I didn't fallow
As she rises to sit on the deck,
Lingerie failing to provide cover to the places I desire
Her satin mocha skin goose-bumped and tightened
Nipples hardened from the bite of the water, chilled by Autumn's kiss.
I begin to follow suit, breathless as she gropes her breasts
Enjoying the show of my jeans falling.
She can tell I know she wants to go.
Kissing and grinding...the splashing water the music to a
Lover's tango.
23 and a wild child
Rubbing her top where my dick will go
Then tells me to push record,
She's never done this before!
White lips, pussy and ass
Nude pics of the baddest chick
Two lovers young and reckless enthralled in coitus.
Police screaming, but bursting at the scene
And we'll fuck till we die her and I,
My wild child and I,
We'll fuck till we die!
Evening time, past dusk, not quite dark
She heads outside
Undressing
and intruding on the glistening water of the pool
Lets herself fall under then asks why I didn't fallow
As she rises to sit on the deck,
Lingerie failing to provide cover to the places I desire
Her satin mocha skin goose-bumped and tightened
Nipples hardened from the bite of the water, chilled by Autumn's kiss.
I begin to follow suit, breathless as she gropes her breasts
Enjoying the show of my jeans falling.
She can tell I know she wants to go.
Kissing and grinding...the splashing water the music to a
Lover's tango.
23 and a wild child
Rubbing her top where my dick will go
Then tells me to push record,
She's never done this before!
White lips, pussy and ass
Nude pics of the baddest chick
Two lovers young and reckless enthralled in coitus.
Police screaming, but bursting at the scene
And we'll fuck till we die her and I,
My wild child and I,
We'll fuck till we die!
Published 30th Mar 2016
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3rd Apr 2016 9:23am
We usually think of a Wild Child as someone who is under 16 or marriage without parental consent, who would be 'jailbait' as far as sex is concerned. Apt illustration to illustrate the au naturel wildness of the poem's subject.
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