Vindicated (A Poem)

In she walked from the back of the room
The beautiful sight made me swoon
Black bra and short panty
Looking quite fancy
Just like on our honeymoon

Soon in a sexy dance
She removed the minuscule pants
Then off came the top
Thought my eyes would pop
As she struck a fetching stance

We first lay in bed nude and talked
Of how a hard childhood we’d walked
Our youths had been rough
The bullies so tough
For me, it was all the cruel jocks

I was nerdy and smart, the new kid
Sports were just not something I did
So they targeted me
Never like them I’d be
Some were just flat-out PID

Phys-Ed with the football team
Most of them crass and mean
They made fun of my size
Girth and length you can’t hide
I was bigger than them it did seem

In her youth, my wife also was teased
About this, she never was pleased
Because of her breasts
Larger than all the rest
Of the girls’ in her class of P.E.

Possessed of a mind that was keen
Far smarter than those who were mean
Other kids did not see
T’was a good thing to be
An intelligent high school teen

Once a popular boy asked her out
But the guy was just being a lout
She sat down to wait
The advent of her date
But all she could do was to pout

The dog, he never showed up
He thought he was a real funny pup
So the date was a prank
(I think that he stank)
He had obviously stood her up

Fast forward a number of years
No longer is my wife in tears
Because I love her boobs
Those kids were such rubes
Melodie’s breasts elicit my cheers

We are both known as science geeks
Some might think that we are freaks
But our careers were great
Similar to our mate’s
And our passion’s still not growing weak

So this morning I loved on each nip
I enjoy doing this quite a bit
As I sucked on each nipple
Her boobs, they did ripple
I also was stroking her clit

“That feels really nice!” my wife cooed
As I licked her raspberries like food
Never will those kids know
How her boobs please me so
I am one very grateful dude

“I want you inside me!” she pled,
As we fondled and cuddled in bed.
“Not sucking my titty
Nor licking my clitty.
Just to feel your engorged head!”

“The shaft that’s sporting your glans
Is bigger than many a man’s!
At least, that’s what I think
As I’m on the brink
Of a climax that’s going to be grand!”

Soon I entered her tunnel of love
As I lay upon her from above
And thrust very deep
Melodie could not keep
from crying, “It fits like a glove!”

“Your shaft is so deep in my pussy!
And your thrusts, they make me so gushy!”
Then we each reach the peak
We both cum and she shrieks
As she pulls me close by my tushy

We cuddle and touch, talking more
Melodie is the wife I adore
Of course, she adores me
As I plainly can see
Our arousal again starts to soar

I ask, “Do you want a round two?”
“That’s of course something I’d like to do!”
She says with a kiss
And we enter our bliss
As her breasts flush a bright crimson hue

I love on her breasts with all might
They’re a soft, tender, sexy sight
And they feel really great
“I’m so glad you’re my mate!”
I say as we soar like a kite

High in our sexual passion
That never will go out of fashion
Loving me with her bod
Given to me by God
Soon in orgasmic glory, we’re thrashin’

“How I love you, my kind, sexy Tom!”
She says without one single qualm
As I lay still inside her
Then move down beside her
I say, “You are really da bomb!”

My tough youth defined not my life
Nor did hers my beautiful wife
In deep love I caress
her full Nordic breasts
And the past seems like no more than trife

And cherishes she too MY body
Including my oversized “roddy”
Love’s always in bloom
Out or inside our room
Our lovemaking’s not too shoddy

Of course, our sex life is so great
Because on each other we wait
We strive to be kind
And love each other’s mind
So happily married’s our state

Our love is a thing that will last
As permanent as it is vast
When we leave mortal state
And go through Heaven’s gate
Together we’ll still have a blast

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You probably don’t need ‘em, but here are a few definitions based on how the words or phrases are used in this sexy poem:

• da bomb = the best; the ultimate cool thing
• PID or pid = stupid
• trife = trivial
• rubes = uneducated & uncultured people
• raspberry = erect or firm nipple due to arousal
• roddy = rod or erection
• pussy = vagina & possibly includes external female genitalia like the clitoris and vulva, etc.
• clit = clitoris
• gushy = wet or flowing
• thrashin’ = thrashing around while lying down—in this case, in orgasmic pleasure

Note: This poem is based mostly on fact. It’s meant to point out that if your high school years were awkward and you were bullied, you can still have a successful and happy life, including a spouse that adores you and sees you as beautiful/handsome.

This may not be a nice thing to say, but, “A happy life is the best revenge.”  That being said, with God’s help and the power of His Son’s atonement, we have both been able to forgive the bullies of our school years.  And yes, a successful and happy life kind of makes us feel vindicated. As in, “No, we were not the popular kids nor the big shots in school, and we were bullied… but we still have worth in God’s eyes!”

You need not be defined by your past. Enduring sexual harassment, abuse of any kind, and being bullied don’t make you less of a person. You are still a child of God. With your own efforts and God’s assistance and guidance, you can heal and become so much more than you were in the past!  I should add that we both got therapy to deal with the rough childhoods we both experienced.  Being bullied at school is only part of what we endured.

I want to add that the bullies were the ones who were weak, not you.  And, of course, a loving and passionate marriage in your adult life is certainly not out of the question!  So, we DO feel vindicated.

Can any of you relate to this?