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[aid] => mick
[title] => My First
[time] => 2004-09-14 20:07:46
[hometext] => please send comments on this one because i was kind of embarrassed to put this one on the internet...
[bodytext] => I take him to my secret place Far up in the trees, Where we can be in private And talk about what we want to be. We lay on a blanket And hold each other close. We start to kiss And in my stomach butterflies arose. He felt me go tense Then slowed down a little. he slowly rubbed his fingertips Over my body, like I was brittle. As I became more friendly, He began to unzip my skirt And slowly slid it down my legs, While I unbuttoned my shirt. We kissed a while longer Then I got up the courage To slide off his jeans, And to me he seemed to encourage. I slide off his briefs, While he slides my panties off slowly, And unhooks my bra in ecstasy, Which my mother would think is unholy. He slips it in unnoticed And all I feel is pleasure, As he goes in and out, This love I can truely treasure. I love his muscular body, I love the way it moves, It just glides across mine So silky and smooth. As we reach the climax, It seems as if we're through, But instead I get all tingly, And he kisses lovingly and true. As we get dressed To get back before dark, He tells me he loves me And between us, I feel a lovely spark. Although it was my first, I am very glad I did it, Especially with him, I don't regret it, not one bit!!! [comments] => 4 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 2 [informant] => stew [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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