Whore Poet

I would watch you down the hall
and think- God I would fuck him so hard
Yes, even in High School I had thoughts of you
I had our whole "play date" planned
You and I would meet between classes
that young lust driving us both crazy
we'd find a private secluded broom closet
As I unzipped your pants
You would unbutton my top
before I let you touch me I wanted to please you
Your hardness fit so perfectly in my mouth
my tongue forming rings around the head of your beautiful cock
tasting your pre cum on the tip of my tongue
I would take you all in   you grabbed my hair
Your cum filling my mouth- then swallow you
smiling down at me and I smile back
pulling me up      your hand goes in my pants
fingers touching every inch of my pussy
I get wetter by the second  you pull down my jeans
you are hard again already and even harder, I think,
you push your cock in and you start the slow in and out
the rhythmic movement of you grinding into me-
high school fucking at it's best nothing awkward between us
Your grip on my hips tighten and my pussy starts to explode
you cum  I cum both of us enjoying each other fully
lingering until the next bell rang
I  thought of this then  and I am writing it now to tell you
You are the fantasy boy from my high school days
I never got that chance to fuck you hard
And YOU my high school fantasy boy are the reason.....
I am a Whore Poet now.