Slayer 3 Poetry Spot.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
FIRST LOVE?
It started with a simple touch,
my arm resting on your leg.
As I felt your hand on my neck,
my whole body just relaxed.
You gave peace to my mind,
without knowing.
Your hold, so gentle, but strong,
your touch, an arousal of ecstasy.
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