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First Touch
The air is filled with sexual tension
Urgent desires, too shy to mention
Waves of lust, the tide is rising
Your carnal needs, you find surprising
Heart beats fast, yet time is slow
Nipples stiffen, juices flow
The scent of sex is in the air
Should you, could you, do you dare
Enticing, exciting, yet also frightening
The wanton thoughts, are so inviting
A desperation in your eyes
To fan the flame between your thighs
Your aching nipples you start to tease
And tear your panties off with ease
Fingers gently stroke your belly
Legs are parting, turn to jelly
Fingers stroking dampened hair
Delicious wetness everywhere
Eagerly you raise your hips
As you touch your swollen lips
A finger tip slowly teasing
Self control, prolong the pleasing
As you rub your clitoris
Guilty feelings, can I do this
All such thoughts are pushed aside
By the yearning from deep inside
Your body arches with a spasm
As fingers slide in your wet chasm
Slow, fast, slow, they weave a spell
You're exploding, all is well
Rubbing, stroking, forbidden pleasure
Squirting orgasms, the hidden treasure
Oh the feeling, it is bliss
Why have I waited, so long for this
No more will you hesitate
When you need to masturbate
Urgent desires, too shy to mention
Waves of lust, the tide is rising
Your carnal needs, you find surprising
Heart beats fast, yet time is slow
Nipples stiffen, juices flow
The scent of sex is in the air
Should you, could you, do you dare
Enticing, exciting, yet also frightening
The wanton thoughts, are so inviting
A desperation in your eyes
To fan the flame between your thighs
Your aching nipples you start to tease
And tear your panties off with ease
Fingers gently stroke your belly
Legs are parting, turn to jelly
Fingers stroking dampened hair
Delicious wetness everywhere
Eagerly you raise your hips
As you touch your swollen lips
A finger tip slowly teasing
Self control, prolong the pleasing
As you rub your clitoris
Guilty feelings, can I do this
All such thoughts are pushed aside
By the yearning from deep inside
Your body arches with a spasm
As fingers slide in your wet chasm
Slow, fast, slow, they weave a spell
You're exploding, all is well
Rubbing, stroking, forbidden pleasure
Squirting orgasms, the hidden treasure
Oh the feeling, it is bliss
Why have I waited, so long for this
No more will you hesitate
When you need to masturbate
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