Years Later

Years Later

 

With so many other

girls around, it was

flattering

 

He was different, exciting

he made me feel

wanted, attractive

 

Years later I can

barely remember all of the things we did

with friends

 

Years later I can

vividly remember  the few things we did

by ourselves

 

When I think back

I wonder

did anyone know?

did everyone know?  

Wrong

Wrong

 

I remember the soft feel

of his facial hair

brushing past my cheek

 

& his low voice whispering

naughty things

against my ear

 

I remember his eager

hands pulling at

my clothes

 

& his clumsy

tongue in

my mouth

 

I remember his legs

quivering as I held on

to his big dick

 

& the day he said

this was wrong,

for both of us