Stolen glances, a flick of my hair, I see that guilty look in your eyes,
The compliments, the favours,
I know what you want, and I want it too
but we both know it's not really wise.
The little gifts and then the lifts in the rain what did you expect?
Is my skirt short enough?
What am I worth?
Should we really be sending each other all those texts?
Staying behind, feeling special; do we even care what others think?
You touch me,
The first time, I shiver
I go all gooey, my eyes sparkle in yours and then the cheeky wink.
The long ride home, the detour, that first time I gave up my mouth,
Only for you,
Licking, sucking, swallowing,
I loved your moans, those cries of pleasure as your hands go south.
We're taking risks, they're outside, class starts soon we need to get busy
I grip the shelves,
You hold my hips,
My juices flow - you fuck me so hard and I moan as you fill my little pussy.
Now I wait, while they lecture me and punish you. They think we're just stupid,
Who says what's right?
What do they know?
I'll remember those days, those stolen moments, when all we knew was Cupid
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