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a poem about it being your first time


Submitted:Oct 28, 2008    Reads: 627    Comments: 7    Likes: 13   


I lay you down on a bed of feathers,

You smile and take of my sweater.

Doesn't that feel much better, you ask

My responds,

Aren't we moving a bit to fast?

Oh not yet my dear,

You smile mischievously,

Then kiss me slowly…

You stop and ask…

Do you mind if I take it upon myself

To remove all those layers of clothing?

I smile shyly,

You take control…

I whisper in your ear,

Please be gentle

I lay there while you lead the way,

You ask, any last words you'd like to say,

I pull your ear closer and whisper,

You are my first…

Please don't let it hurt.

Your hands move down to my pants,

I grab them then say,

Why don't you take off yours first…

Before you satisfy your thirst?

As you wish my dear, you say

Just don't deny me this pleasure,

One you forever will treasure.

You lay naked next to me,

Then take my hand and lead it to

A place that feels quite moist,

I blush now more then ever.

You smile and say,

The taste is much sweeter

And push me down,

Hastily I devour your core,

You pull me up and say,

Take your time my love,

Of this you'll never get enough.

Before I know

You push me on my back,

In a blink of an eye I lay there naked,

Exposed to your eyes…

You kiss me in my neck,

Then move your lips towards my ear.

You say…

It's time for your purity's demise…





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