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I have to tell you a secret
Something I’ve never shared before
I lost my innocense one day
upon this bedroom floor.

Mom and Dad weren’t home. Thank God!
Neither was Aunt Sue.
If they were, believe me friend,
I’d not be telling you

I was just a young woman then
with barely any breasts.
When suddenly it happened
I was feeling rather blessed.

My boyfriend at the time
was Brian from next door.
He was quite the catch then
Though now I love you more

Things were very different
when I made love to him.
We were both confusing
the end was rather dim.

Now I am with you love.
Yours is the sweet caress,
that pulls me from despair
and makes my soul profess.

How much I long to hold you
keep you within my heart
and keep you locked inside me
not ever will we part.

So as I stand here with you
I bare to you my skin
Touch me, hold me, love me
A new memory will begin.

Your touch will be my witness
to a steamy new romance
and we will come together
in a more erotic trance.

Our hands and lips will conquer
silly quirks I once had
can easily be washed away
with your gentle hand.

So take me to the floor
and show me what to do
For no one is here but us dear
and I only long for you.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
Ah, the folly of youth

DC:

Our folly can sometimes be the locked and shackled gate to the future, at other times the gate we slip through hoping no one notices the squeeking of the hinge, and yet it may well be a gate wide open beckoning us to cross through. Thank You. Ronnie W.

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