by Pat St. Pierre
You took me on a journey -
I was scared – but tingling.
Longing to experience you,
also frightened at your touch.
I was awkward,
you were patient
with me. Slowly leading me.
Soon urgency took hold;
unsure of myself
I tried to imitate you.
Your body became still;
girl-child no more.
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I haven't heard of a de-flowering this hot since Rocko took Adrian back to his apartment.
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