glancing at his cell. . .
she texts message "CM-on-by"
parents working late. . .
hiding in Pop's van,
’tweens anticipate fresh catch. . .
she unveils soft gem;
touchy feely starts. . .
lust anew spreads open wide;
skin to skin....he's in
swift staccato breaths. . .
thyck glaze coats her virgin field;
first time for him too. . .
lighting up his weed. . .
he inhales; she follows suit,
clothes next to the pool. . .
six weeks into fall. . .
pads in closet stay unwrapp’d;
cycle under siege. . .
girl in still-born trance . . .
little being on its way;
parents have NO clue
© 2008 cynth’ya lewis reed
all rights reserv’d

Teen Ink--A poetry site link on teen pregnancy epidemic
Blessings,
Joyce B.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <