The Virgin Vixen

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A woman's first time described with immense passion.
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My heart races as I lay in bed,
As I hear his steps on the stairs,
I can feel his presence in my head,
My heart is thumping with anticipation and fear.

His body is so strong and tall,
His muscles so defined and bold,
His face is perfect, handsome and all,
My heart flutters and my stomach starts to fold.

As we move closer, I can smell his scent,
His gaze so passionate, it sets my soul on fire,
My desire for him is so immense,
It feels like I'm in a world of my own desire.

We move closer and closer and closer still,
Our bodies touching, and my heart is pounding,
We move together, it's such a thrill,
The passion between us is so astounding.

The lace thong I'm wearing is all that remains,
His bikini brief the only thing holding him in,
His touch so soft, my body so weak,
Our embrace so strong, I can feel it in my skin.

We move together, each touch so divine,
My body trembling with pleasure and pain,
Our souls intertwined, no longer mine,
Our love growing, it will never wane.

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