A ceramic cup pressed to my lips Hot tea steaming below my tounge A breath of warm summer air fills my lungs soon followed by green tea The season is joyous And the lightning bugs mate But my throat is tight I grip my tea and take another sip Three months of relaxation by the pool Yet the only thing I can worry about is the looming fall 68, 67, 66, And the numbers continually drop with every sunset Fall draws closer everyday But instead of the warm welcome of school time once more The changing of the seasons also changes my life Senior I sip my tea as the anxiety grows College college college That's all I can think of All of my friends will leave but it's alright My cup is empty He's leaving. I have to face real world problems alone and worry about what his school will bring at the same time He's changing for his own good. He's following his dreams I'm happy and envious of him But I cry because it's all too much It's summer and I can't even enjoy the night sky He's going to find someone else It's okay I tell myself It's okay he tells me What will happen will happen But memories of all the good times shared burn my mind And the tears stream down my cheeks It's okay he says We can make it he says Part of me wants to believe it, he and I have talked everything out But another part of me says to break it off now. Why risk getting hurt when he leaves you for someone else?
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page. Thunder and lightening are heard from far away and illuminate my curves through the window I start to feel your cold soft hands; one on my throat and the other on my ass. Soft moans come from your lips and your hands travel all over my body I can see your manhood pushing through your pants. Rolling over and getting on my hands and knees, I crawl towards you. Looking at your gorgeous brown eyes I unbutton your pants carefully. Your eyes roll back in anticipation and back to me. Staring at my breast peaking out of my babydoll, you run your fingers over them I then unzip you and pull down your pants; I am one clothing away from your masterpiece.
Here are the newer poems all from this month and March uwu Secrets Secrets start upon the lips, Then travel to another's ear, Be careful though, if it slips, Because secrets can cause fear. Sometimes impossible to keep, They leave you restless and dry, It makes it hard at night to sleep, Should you keep or should you pry? A juicy gossip, a rumor you know, Perhaps about your closest friend, Should you keep away in the down low, Or should this secret be the end?
It looks like a wonderful and tasty cock. What's his cum like? Strong and salty? Thick or stringy? I would help you lick it up. I would taste it on your lips. I would give you a deep kiss. You are so hot!