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FIRST TIME DISASTER
My losing my virginity,
my first time, ended clumsily;
my stomach had an eruption
that gave passion a disruption.
He'd took me home from a party,
The appetite for It hearty.
I was reduced to bra-less shirt
by time we did the bit that hurt,
but once he'd got into the groove,
we increased the pace of the move.
While we ramped up on the jiggy,
I started to feel quite queasy.
I told him that I 'got to go',
tearing myself from his torso
with a hand shove against his chest,
stopping him playing with a breast.
Clutching my mouth I fled the hay,
explaining loud when on my way,
"I think I had too much to drink".
I threw up in his bathroom sink.
I was joined by my concerned bloke
who watched out that I did not choke.
He bade me sit on his loo seat
so I would not fall off my feet;
I was feeling so much like death
I needed time to catch my breath.
I spent the rest of night asleep.
His hands off me he had to keep.
While I slept over without clout,
he got up to wash his sink out.
my first time, ended clumsily;
my stomach had an eruption
that gave passion a disruption.
He'd took me home from a party,
The appetite for It hearty.
I was reduced to bra-less shirt
by time we did the bit that hurt,
but once he'd got into the groove,
we increased the pace of the move.
While we ramped up on the jiggy,
I started to feel quite queasy.
I told him that I 'got to go',
tearing myself from his torso
with a hand shove against his chest,
stopping him playing with a breast.
Clutching my mouth I fled the hay,
explaining loud when on my way,
"I think I had too much to drink".
I threw up in his bathroom sink.
I was joined by my concerned bloke
who watched out that I did not choke.
He bade me sit on his loo seat
so I would not fall off my feet;
I was feeling so much like death
I needed time to catch my breath.
I spent the rest of night asleep.
His hands off me he had to keep.
While I slept over without clout,
he got up to wash his sink out.
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