The Scent Of A Secret Poem by James McLain

even today in class she, i finally reached,
boldly with her taking first my one she/her finger,
and inserted off guard my now two.
talking soft in her panties which filled with dew
and feels her soon around those too.
while inhaling with her smell of peachy fussings
which is rubbed off around on her neck,
the scent of
which I can do to love inside her mouth, and,
to slide my finger which it is shaking likely.
as my finger to my juice the mine for her
of the same rhythm moved underneath the table her foot.
she her muscles started squeezing my finger with both
each independently though why simultaneously.
her red head she who threw it became the arching shape
which shouted and slowly grew quite as tremors past.