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An Invitation

I was so young and raw.

I did not understand everything i saw.

I saw her with her hands between her legs.

She kissed me gently as for more i was to beg.

 

I was just a kid.

I needed a good deed.

 

My feet were on the ground unsteadily.

She held me up as she touched me gently.

I was young and wild.

She was grown and mild.

 

I was just a young man.

To my blood's desire i was to run.

 

She took my hands and placed them on her *******

I could feel the smoothness of her skin underneath her silk dress.

The heat of my blood was merging with her rhythm so wild.

She was grown and mild.

I was young and raw.

She had much to show.

I was stubborn and wild.

I saw invitation in her smile.

 

An invitation into her world.

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galman-frederick-ferguson
Irish
Published
Jan 19, 2011
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