By Anna mnunn@bellsouth.net
Date: 26 October 2000
First Time
I've often heard women talk of places where men spoke softly of love and where will-power was subsided by touch.
And oh, the crimson-tinted air spiked with fleshly desires that threatened my innocence was not all unwelcomed.
My plate was allready full with retired aprehensions and unrelenting imagery.
But, my hunger i supressed for virgin-right's reserved.
And my curiosity awakens with every strong hand that graces green skin.
To nimbly swerve from lover's reign is to be adressed beyond your stature.
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