AMATEUR

by Nevada Kerr


Is this what you call intimate
A kick, a jab, a swing
You were thinking she'd disintegrate
She didn't feel a thing

Not a spasm, not a throe
She froze before you came
She's praying for an early thaw
Despite the freezing rain

Body heat is what she craves
To awaken her desire
Uninspired and well-behaved
She's ready to catch fire

You're too slick to feel her friction
You stammer when she grips
Overwhelmed by inhibition
You missed her kissing lips

If you can't turn her on
Before the final show
Jolly john or fatal faun
It's time for you to go


Written by © Raven Drake
December 20, 2006.

Created: April 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 30/4/07