("This is really happening?")
They are talking too much
There's little time left
Their mouths move in a rush-
His hand already up her shirt
Lazily unbuttons...
Her head screams, "Yank it off"
But not yet-
His hand cups her breast;
They are making too much noise
A distant voice cries out in pleasure.
("That cannot be my voice.")
Blood rushing
Love sounds
Adrenaline pumping
Second round?
Her feet cant seem to find the ground
Her heart?
The deceptive thing has left her
He's sliding up her skirt
Pushing his way inside, again.
GASP!
("He wants to go again?")
There's no time for this one;
Its already the break of dawn.
But persistently he pushes
Deeper with each thrust
Harder with each pound-
Ah! She says,
With the low moan on her lips
He's a beast;
He's her beast.
Then satisfaction gives way to alarm…
("Go! Go! Go!! My father's coming!!")
He's thumping down the corridor-
Thump! Thump!
He's scrambling for the back door,
She's tidying up the room floor,
Strewn clothes;
Sex smells spread through open windows;
He must not know!
He MUST not know!!
Askew rugs righted-
Father walks in, delighted
("My little girl, in all innocence")
i want to be that guy!
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