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just a poem that i wrote from a 15 year old female's perspective
I miss you.
sort of.
i do miss you
but very superficial
sort of.
i don't miss you
as a person.
i miss
the idea
of you.
i miss
having someone
to talk to
into the late nights
up to 5o clock
in the morning
i miss...
actually?
i hink
that's all
that i miss you
just for the talking
oh wait
i for got
one more thing
the sex
the full feeling
i get
the ability
you have
to make me
gasp for breathe
beg for more
do whatever
you want me
to do
in fact
i'll do
what you want
me to do
the thing
that i swore
to never do
perhaps i will
suck you
like a lollipop
put my cherry
red lips
on your staff
because
i miss
the sex.
the pleasure
the moaning
the wetness
I've been
touching myself
the whole time
that you've been gone
from this country
from my life
I can't seem
to stop.
.
.
I tell
myself
it's wrong
i am
only 15
why am
i so
obsessed
with you
with sex
i want
to stop
but i can't
everyday
every night
i finger
myself
to sleep
the thought
of sex
between us
triggers me
makes me horny
makes me wet
makes me want
your lovely
dick
inside my
wet and tight hole
i dream of it
i crave it
i live for it
but no.
you are
out of the country
out of my life.
so my hands
snakes down
through my panties
it's completely smooth
no hair
at all
i shaved myself
just for you
i touch the lips
of my cunt
i don't enter
i simply trace
the outline
until
i become
so enthralled
with lust
that i
thrust my fingers
deep
into my pussy
my wet, lovely, tight pussy
i touch my clit
just the mere touch
makes me quiber
and moan
my horniness grows
i stick one finger
into my hole
in
out
in
out
but soon
i place another one
in
out
in
out
and another
in
out
in
out
my moaning
it grows
louder
and
louder
i become desperate
i want to cum
i NEED to cum
i want to wet my bed
with my cum
so i flick
my clit
again
and
again
my whole body
began
quivering
suddenly
my vaginal muscles
spasm
i scream
of pleasure
almost
waking my parents
in the room
down the hall
warm, tasty
liquids
come onto
my bed
makes everything
wet
wet
wet
i am left
breathing hard
with you
on my mind
wishing you
were here
to do that
to me
as i suck my fingers
dry of my
delicious liquids
i think about you
my lovely
Jeremy
about how
you are
away from the country
away from my life.

too bad,
3 comments

limegreenandyellowReport

2012-10-29 02:48:22
Was this real? It seemed genuine.

anonymous readerReport

2012-09-09 10:24:19
Ahh Africa it has a soft spot in my heart. I dreamed of lnviig there. I studied the African culture in college(my minor was Ethnic Studies/African Emphasis). I was stationed to go to West Africa with the Peace Corp. Both Hubby and I were leaving in four months when we found out I was pregnant. We didn't get to go. My children grew up with a lifesize map of Africa mounted to the wall. I tried to prepare them for life there one day. Still haven't made it. These photos of your cousins journey makes me smile. It is beautiful there!

Anonymous readerReport

2010-07-14 10:53:17
Obviously written by a high schooler!
1 out of 10

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