When Aunty Ruth Came To Visit

My Aunty Ruth came to visit
She wasn’t my real Aunty
She was my mum’s best friend
But she was a real beauty
Oh what a sight she was
To gladden a young mans eye
As she crossed her legs
Exposing an expanse of thigh
Another adjustment of her posture
Disclosed she was naked underneath
I could see right up her dress
All the way up to the heath
She knew I was looking at her
And I went very red indeed
Though I don’t know if she knew
That I filled my pants with my seed

Exhibitionist Meets Voyeur

I'm not sure how long Aunty Ruth will remain with us, as the poem offers a rather crude depiction of a perhaps common affliction (or fantasy) of teenage boys which is more priapic that romantic.


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