Sprawling Lover

A smirk upon virgin lips

Crawling towards your quivering arms

The sweet of her smell, the curve of her hips

Disabling and outdoing your charms

Just fifteen, six healing piercings

Under her halo are devil horns

She rides in the car you're steering

She winks like someone off online porn

When you touch her she isn't shaking

So naive, so confident

She knows her hymen will be breaking

You were clear in the text you sent

Quiet music peers in her ears

Her hair sweeps her mid-back

She makes you drunk without beer

You explore the spine then seek the crack

Her little mouth puckers into an 'o'

Then she kisses it on your face

Who thought one so young could make you grow?

She peels off panties of lace

Well-lit, but you cannot see her gray-blue eyes

You are aware of what you'd see

You know they are the color of a morose day's sky

That is what they will always be

Her toothpick shadow can't swallow yours

But it will give it its been shot

Locked inside as the cold rain pours

How did you find a young girl this hot?

You do not remember her hands quite that low

But you will never mind

You're glad you took her back to Stowe

Anything to get your finger off the 'rewind'

Touch the unknowing gently

Teach her every lesson

There will come pleasure of the pain of she

However, save the spicy taste of aggression

She nibbles a playful smile

As your tongue muscles deeper

You know if you stay down for a while

She'll turn from a dreamer to a sleeper

When it is time, you lift your head up

She is starry-eyed, in a daze

You trace your finger along the bra cup

Across the backseat of your car, she lays

Again covered in the familiar scent of between a young girl's legs

She's not old enough to be here, barely old enough to release her eggs

When she is timid but outrageous

And you cannot tell her what to do

She teases you, courageous

You love that girl through and through.

Her back begins to curve

As she bends towards your waist

Her eyes peppered with willful verve

Snarling with a wild grace

You close your eyes, but you wish to watch

The shape of her pulsing lips

The steam floats subtly up one notch

As the salivating, torn cheeks grip

You feel no teeth inside her mouth

She is protecting you from them

Pleased she chose to work her way south

She knows not to bite a flower's stem

Perched delicately, and awaiting

The strike of the match, the wave of the wand

It's now your turn for demonstrating

Nervous for what you will abscond.

You inhale as you level her body

It is now the fire show

She turns her face, her makeup gaudy

You're finally able to let breath go

She hums a note as you push inside

Her eyes clamp shut, she curls her toes

After the meaningful rhythmic ride

You love this girl, you kiss her nose.