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First Time
Innocence of a sweet white lamb
Being touched like the very first time
My lips were kissing his chest
As he was unzipping my dress
I started shaking, he said ''don't be scared''
He looked me in the eye and played with my hair
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath
As I wrapped my arms around his warm neck
We were teenagers made of bone and flesh
This could be perfect, or else a mistake,
One of those moments I'd never regret
Or as the sun rises I'd try to forget
And there we were, just him and I
He ran his fingers all down my spine
Two naked bodies, two naked souls
One against other as lights faded off
I didn't know if it was right or wrong
But in that moment I didn't care at all
He took my hand and lead me to bed
Our naked bodies were covered in sweat
His eyes were like burning flames
Every move took my breath away
I felt things I couldn't explain
I was like a lion that couldn't be tamed
I couldn't help but to moan
This sensation was chilling my bones
Soon I knew we had crossed the line,
Our two bodies became only one
He held my hips as I arched my back
We weren't tender, we had become wild
My nails in his shoulders, his lips on my breasts
I lost my five senses all over the bed
Hot like the desert, cold like a lake
It was a sweet torture of pleasure and pain
Can hardly breathe, won't even speak
Drowned in his passion, lost in his kiss
I think that I'm screaming, I'm out of control
His outerspace grinding seduces my soul
He's lost in an ecstasy between my two legs
The things that we're doing just drive me insane
Harder and harder, can't take it no more
His noisy heartbeating seduces my thoughts
My thirst of his body, like wine or champagne
Intense shivers fading as he got to his aim
I woke up and saw him sleep
My grey kitten panties were under the bed
I saw my virginity over the sheets Once it was given will not be retrieved
He haunted my body, reality is broken
Two sinners of lust, eighteen year old lovers
If somebody asked me about what I felt
Love's not the answer, and sex was the test.
28/12/2013
Gabriela Camargo Miaw.
Being touched like the very first time
My lips were kissing his chest
As he was unzipping my dress
I started shaking, he said ''don't be scared''
He looked me in the eye and played with my hair
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath
As I wrapped my arms around his warm neck
We were teenagers made of bone and flesh
This could be perfect, or else a mistake,
One of those moments I'd never regret
Or as the sun rises I'd try to forget
And there we were, just him and I
He ran his fingers all down my spine
Two naked bodies, two naked souls
One against other as lights faded off
I didn't know if it was right or wrong
But in that moment I didn't care at all
He took my hand and lead me to bed
Our naked bodies were covered in sweat
His eyes were like burning flames
Every move took my breath away
I felt things I couldn't explain
I was like a lion that couldn't be tamed
I couldn't help but to moan
This sensation was chilling my bones
Soon I knew we had crossed the line,
Our two bodies became only one
He held my hips as I arched my back
We weren't tender, we had become wild
My nails in his shoulders, his lips on my breasts
I lost my five senses all over the bed
Hot like the desert, cold like a lake
It was a sweet torture of pleasure and pain
Can hardly breathe, won't even speak
Drowned in his passion, lost in his kiss
I think that I'm screaming, I'm out of control
His outerspace grinding seduces my soul
He's lost in an ecstasy between my two legs
The things that we're doing just drive me insane
Harder and harder, can't take it no more
His noisy heartbeating seduces my thoughts
My thirst of his body, like wine or champagne
Intense shivers fading as he got to his aim
I woke up and saw him sleep
My grey kitten panties were under the bed
I saw my virginity over the sheets Once it was given will not be retrieved
He haunted my body, reality is broken
Two sinners of lust, eighteen year old lovers
If somebody asked me about what I felt
Love's not the answer, and sex was the test.
28/12/2013
Gabriela Camargo Miaw.
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