the first time i was with a boy
was the scariest moment
as he pulled it out
looking at me with
something in return
age 14 scared out of my mind
with a boy who was 5'9
and deep brown eyes
looking for a girl to be his first time
laying my head down
and shaking inside
my voice trembling
with the feel of the tip almost
reaching my insides
as i said no he presumed to go
touching my undeveloped body
as i didn't know
what to feel with the fingers of a boy feeling
my thigh's
the hot breath reaching my neck
and water forming in my eyes
with the power pushing him away
he's still wanting to play
crossing my leg's
he touched me there
with that disrespectful stare
looking of a fuck
he didn't care what i felt
he just wanted my undeveloped body
to call me his first
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Selena amor
Hello everyone! I’m sel and a creative writer. I’m working on my first poetry collection now! I’m also a photographer and blogger. I hope you love what I show you all.
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