Don'T Kid Me

The stripling below age enters a strip joint, With adult ID sold by a street side hawker, Luck favors he mixes in the roaring crowed; Watches strip tease in performance from the start: Not an eyelid to blink, steps into manhood: The lighter she becomes the more he groans, Slips the silky heights in amateur delight; Turns rigid with no release from this fright: Walking out he is questioned by the bouncers. Alarmed reaches for the ID pass, she whispers 'Boys, he is with me' placing a hand gently; Forcing him from the insolent danger zone: Amazed he looks back to thank this kind lady, Strip teaser kisses his red cheeks and smiles, First time she learns looking down at the grown bulge; He runs confused hiding his novel weapon.