As me
The first time I held my woman’s thigh
I suddenly heard her deep inside sigh
And I felt sunk in love that high
In my dirty senses I was wrong
I came to notice that we’d stay along
I couldn’t bear in mind to rest
I had to take risk for the virgin test
In the book of love her history was not in a pile
Although her love was abundance for an innocent to compile
It was my inaugural touch for her white entries
Being our initial ever game we all developed worries
Everything that happened I couldn’t describe
You all know it’s sweet at first to subscribe
To the exposure of pleasure
I couldn’t imagine that was my leisure
She begun to climb a short tree and left me alone
I was confused as my world changed to stress prone
And I begun to write an essay
of our love story but I couldn’t say
much in my discourse
I still don’t understand the coarse
of our silent drift
And here we go it was a rift
Our separation was virgin
And ergo we couldn’t create a pidgin
I’m not healed to move on yet
’cause my heart is loose and wet.
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