Do you think I should send this in to the school yearbook? Fred said it was good.  Copyright 2000 by the author. A single copy has been placed in the Nifty Archives. No other reproduction or distribution is permitted, without the author's written permission.

Yes, You May



"Have you ever done, you know, sex stuff?" You shake your head, eyes wide.
"I'll show you sump'm, but you have to promise to do it to me too, right after." You nod, solemnly.
Reaching, to cup you, I take your boyhood, hold it. Touch you deeply, fingers pressing to probe your butt.
Pressing, cupping, I take you. Soft. Big. I invade you, thrill you, make you hard, make you mine, make you careless, make you glad you are a boy. Make you glad, deeply. Your face, buried in my moppet blondness. A little whimper.

You take me, now. I give gladly.
Take me, now. I let you in
Take me, now. Give so deeply
Find me, probe me, press it in

Yes, you may... invade my privates
Yes, you may... take me, there
Yes, you may... take me deeply
Grope me, share me, know me there

Yes, you may... make me let you
Yes, you may... make me melt
Yes, you may... make my heart pound
Make me groan, admit my shame

Yes, you may... take me from me
Yes, you may... take my secrets
Yes, you may... hold my treasures
Take all it is I have to give

Yes, you may... make me wanton
Yes, you may... feel me beg
Yes, you may... feel me tremble
Feel me gladly spread my legs

Yes, you may... hear me want this
Yes, you may... make me weak
Yes, you may... invade me deepest
Make me press into your hand

Make me squirm, to get you deeper
Take my willy in your fingers
Slide him, squeeze him, make him glad
Probe my butt crack, pressing deeper
Fill my body up with feelings
Hold my gladness in your hands

Yes, you may... make me want this
Yes, you may... rise to kiss me
Yes, you may... feel my smoothness
Make me sigh my boy surrender
Feel my blondness on your face

Meet me Sunday, by the river
Take me, harder, no delay
Run your fingers deep upon me
Probe into my deepest place

Hear the distant sounds of children
Feel the sunshine on our skin
Fill me up with pre-teen wonder
Feel me spread to let you in

Touch me through this flimsy fabric
Make me hard, so hard and tender
'Neath this footbridge, make me want you
Make me cry my boy surrender
Give myself to you anew

Yes, you may... remove my tee shirt
Yes, you may... enjoy my skin
Yes, you may... caress my titties
Yes, you may... make them harden
Touch them, pull them, make them proud

Yes, you may... touch all my body
Run your fingers down my smoothness
Feel my spareness, sleek and silken
Down to cup me once again

Yes, you may... possess my privates
Yes, you may... touch them, cup them, make them sing
Make me draw up, sleek and tightly
Make me want this, want to feel you
Make me glad to let you in

Yes, you may... I stand here, helpless
Yes, you may... pull down my pants
Yes, you may... mouth my undies
Yes, you may... see me want this
Yes, you may... cup my sex
Press your fingers deep between me
Probe and find my private place

Yes, you may... expose my dickie
Yes, you may... see how he wants this
Yes, you may... touch him, naked
Brush his head upon your face

Yes, you may... take him in you
Yes, you may... caress my boysac
Yes, you may... adore my boyhood
Yes, you may... make me blaze
Kiss me: virgin, begging boner
Kiss my ballsac, almost gone

Yes, you may... make me feel this
Yes, you may... make me beg you
Yes, you may... take my boyness
Take me in your blazing softness
Blazing wetness, give me joy

Yes, you may... make me want this
Yes, you may... hear me sigh
Hear my joyous soft entreaties
Take me, take me, take me, all
Take me, all me, I keep nothing
Take me from my deepest place

Moist and tender
Let me give you
Yes, you take me, moist and tender
Take me, take me, I'm so hard

Yes, you may... come up to my place
Yes, you may... invade my hole
Yes, you may... engulf my stiffie
Yes, you may... hear me whimper
Quickly, clothes off, show me yours

Yes, you may... touch my secret
Yes, you may... press into me
Yes, you may... apply the jelly
Make me cry out with my wanting
Make me dream it, want it, name it

Yes, you may... press it in me
Yes, you may... make me want this
Yes, you may... make me beg you
Yes, you may... make me hurry
Rush to have you, feel you fill me

Yes, you may... slide deep into me
Hold it there and make me thank you
Make me want you deep within me
Make me press to make you deeper
Have you in my deepest place

Yes, you may... slide in me gently
Yes, you may... lie down upon me
Weight me down and be within me
Make me thrill to have you there

Yes, you may... make me want you
Yes, you may... make me beg you
Yes, you may... make me love this
Put it in me, in me, in me
Give me fullness, give me peace

Yes, you may... share your boyness
Yes, you may... feel my heat
Yes, you may... slide it in me
Slide me on my child's bedclothes
Make my willie hard and helpless
Plow me, reap me, taste my sweetness
Make me start to lose control

Yes, you may... make me wanton
Yes, you may... make me love this
Make me want this more and more
Let me love, enjoy, adore this
Make me glad and hard and helpless
Gladly make me let my pee go
Make me feel too full to go

Make my willie hard and helpless
Make me know you, in me deeply
Take my sweetness, sweet surrender
My soft thick blondness wild before you

Yes, you may... feel me building
Yes, you may... make me full
Yes, you may... make me urgent
Make me want you deeper, bigger
Hit my target, make me glow

Make it take me, building, building
Make it take me, take me, take me
Toward a nameless destination
Make me want you, want you, want you
Take me, something bold, amazing
Whimper, cry, then shout my need

Take me, love, ignite, release me
Deep within me, mark me, brand me
Fill me, cream me, bless me, kiss me
My soft thick blondness wild before you
Kiss me, hold me, hold me, touch me
Promise you will never leave me

Yes, you may... may make me love you
Yes, oh yes
Oh, yes, you may...



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