La mère de mon copain / My friend’s mom #poem

 

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a teenager I had been
when i noticed you
before me you had been
for several years too
.
very often we had spoken
you even touched me –
and even also clean me
now i was excited
.
by your ass so bulging
by your beautiful maturity
by your chest so heavy
sometimes nearly exposed
.
I wanted to touch her
or at least caress her
by your collar, open slightly
i tried to watch her moving
.
if about you at night i dreamed
and then myself I touched
so never would I have dared
to nobody to talk about it
.
or it would have broken
my long and good amity
with your son so beloved
and so I had to forget it