Sweet Memories of Youth
I Saw Your Tender Flower
When we were mere adolescents
It was such a magical discovery
Of which we had no prescience
At first, it was just a strange display
And a magical feast for my eyes
And at the touch of your parting flesh
Came a goosepimpling, hardening surprise
The silkiness of your voluptuous lips
Didn’t prepare me for such a wonder
When the delightful sauce of your twixtness
Bathed my fingers in warm honeyed butter
Then I felt a curious detent
That beckoned my finger to explore.
And as if I had called “Open Sesame”
You opened your encircling door.
Something took over beyond my control
To the strains of Circe’s sweet song
And I found in my hand my delighted hardness
Throbbing and growing quite long
There was no withholding invasion
My ravishmentality went off like a bomb
And once deep-seated inside you
I humped with lack of aplomb
As we shagged you were thrilled and wide-eyed
Once your cherry had sundered inside
We continued these pleasures through youth
Became good at the pleasures we plied
But they came to an end as good things often do
Now they are only sweet memories forsooth