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Her First TimeFiery lust comes alive in the burning hunger of a sweet inexperienced passionate kiss blazing from my lovely virgin's trembling lips. Desire burns hotly and spreads like wild fire through a thumping heart that has never known the sweet sensual thrill of loving intercourse. Expectant hands devour my body with excited caresses as she yearns for the exotic thrill of my embrace and the fiery joy of my body entangled with hers as years of longing at last find the fulfillment of making love under the silvery light of the moon. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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