Boys' Summer Dream Come True
Doesn't hurt to ask
Longed to see them wiggle, jiggle, dance and play
Longed to see them freed from cloth ill bound
Ne’r forget them the first this summer’s day
Innocence be lost but exuberance be found
My sitter’s friend she came for her
While her brother and I conspired
Admired of her breasts we were
To see them be we inspired
Show us your tits shouted we
So warmly we wish to see them
Shortly tempted not shy was she
For desired she to spill them
Unbosomed on the porch she shook
White breasts and nipples swaying
Without speech friend and I took
His sister’s friend’s teats weighing
The sight of forbidden flesh
Our eyes never seeing
Young boys’ summer wish
The memory never fleeing
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The Bantering Welshman
M.S. Humphreys is The Bantering Welshman, an East Tennessee native, author, journalist, storyteller, marketing specialist, husband and step father. https://www.instagram.com/thebanteringwelshman/ and http://www.banteringwelshman.com
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