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Sunday, May 9, 2010

First Time

She said it
Lying there hair
splayed on rumpled
pillow case
“You don't have to stop”
With interlaced fingers
clenched on cold metal
she waited
waited for the long promised
onslaught of pain and passion
A moment and another passed
some rustling, an embrace
“It's okay you can.”
she repeated encouragingly
And he new to this all
Sighed
“I did.”

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