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Jan 2011
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.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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