04-19-2013, 02:44 PM
After class
Miss Bennett taught me English and sex.
Education wasn't a good skin for me to wear.
My english teacher was, she spoke poetry
to my cock; it mattered not what words were uttered,
only how she twisted her tongue round the vowels.
I'd never seen live-in-the-real-world tits.
Before her it was underwear in the littlewoods catalogue
and the nubs of Mary greenhill in the sewer pipes
of the new housing estate near Manor avenue.
Bennett called me her novice at first, then begged
for me. She was smoked salmon sandwiches
and high class weed. The end came quick,
quicker than a choirboy in a conclave of cardinals.
Caught stoking her daughters bread oven,
my extra curricular activity cut off.
i'm also posting this in serious if it's okay, it saves me doing two
Miss Bennett taught me English and sex.
Education wasn't a good skin for me to wear.
My english teacher was, she spoke poetry
to my cock; it mattered not what words were uttered,
only how she twisted her tongue round the vowels.
I'd never seen live-in-the-real-world tits.
Before her it was underwear in the littlewoods catalogue
and the nubs of Mary greenhill in the sewer pipes
of the new housing estate near Manor avenue.
Bennett called me her novice at first, then begged
for me. She was smoked salmon sandwiches
and high class weed. The end came quick,
quicker than a choirboy in a conclave of cardinals.
Caught stoking her daughters bread oven,
my extra curricular activity cut off.
i'm also posting this in serious if it's okay, it saves me doing two