01-31-2002, 07:09 PM
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Passion & Power
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Join Date: Jun 2001
Location: Waiting at the gates of Valhalla
Posts: 5,656
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The First Time
The lights were dimmed
The wine was chilled
I yearned for the morning after
For each time
I touched my girl
She burst out into laughter
I started well
We kissed and touched
But then my luck ran dry
I ran my fingers
Through her hair
And poked her in the eye
The scented oil
At £10 a throw
Would leave her begging for more
I opened her top
And the oil’s top
Then spilt it all over the floor
I lowered my pants
Down past my knees
But then I got a cramp
I made a grab
For something near
And hit her with the lamp
When she came around
I’d carried on
And was down to shirt and a sock
She opened her mouth
But slipped on the oil
And bit the end of my cock
So that was my first
And maybe my last
No more will a girl get my spunk
For after this time
I’ve now seen the light
And I’m starting a job as a monk
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