When I was 12
I discovered I could make boys melt in the palm of my hand
with a single kiss to the neck.
I tasted the salty, sour, bastardized taste of power,
and then It was never enough.
I became addicted to the feeling of a hard erection straining through jeans
against my hand
and the ragged breath that comes with such adolescent pleasure that I gave.

I became addicted to the frantic motions and shaking hands against the clasp
of my bra
and the soft, nervous kisses along my belly.
I became a monster for that helpless, girlish moan elicited from the lips of
teenage males
begging me to touch them there again
telling me they'll never leave me if only I don't stop,
well, they lied I think.
The inexperience was something that I craved
the first kiss I would always take
the member I would be the first to ever stroke besides their lingering right
hands.
How sweet, you give yourself over
and I taste ever last drop omittied from you.
The salty, sour, bastardized taste of sexual power.
When I was 15
I discovered that the virginity of a hormone driven male counterpart was not
enough for me
and I would much like to have an experienced partner
with whom I could share my conquests with
and be just ask experienced.
I tasted to the rough tongues of older boys and was their sexual equal
and then it was never enough.
I became addicted to the mild sharing of power
the pleasure that I learned to receive, but the orgasm I never achieved.
My therapist told me to relax,
Yeah, so did that boy that felt my wetness as he looked out the window
waiting for his mother's car to stop our fun.
I was constantly the dominant,
the girl who took control and cared for nothing more than her timid
satisfaction.
But quickly, almost too quickly, i became very tired of that
and longed for a sexual superior.
I did not find them, they found me
with the intention of group.
But now I'm not so special.
You have gotten many girls off before
you have been in love before
and you have been with them illegally before.
So what makes me so special?
I'm just another faceless hole for you to plunder
another girl addicted to you.
Stop being facetious, I already know you're amazing.
But now I'm addicted to hard pounding on the ground
a kiss upon my neck
knowing that you are tasting the salty, sour, bastardized taste of superior
power.
 
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