LEFT SCHOOL (sonnet)
Her years at school were done, she'd say goodbye
to Sir; he'd wanted her; she'd wanted him
she knew, he knew, but he thought no, not good
but now school time was done, she'd got her plan.
His room remote, him there, it clearing time
and she'd popped home, returned, oh what attire
the heels, the mini, belt and low cut top
she entered, 'well sir let's say goodbye now'
'A schoolgirl not, you've left, oh how transformed'
well did he pause, did she? no not at all
they clinched, they kissed, their hands did roam, they writhed
and soon he had her up against the wall
they fucked, and fucked, and gloriously fucked again
table, floor, 'I'm glad we did', 'tomorrow p'haps?'
arthur 6jan12
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