The first time I have touched
The softness of such exquisite skin
With thy beauty of copper Indian color
The smooth features of such body
The taste of her delicious nectar
The kiss that started the tickle
So much passion
So much energy
The loved flowed
Like the wind on her face
The small digits of her hands
So feminine, small and sensitive
The smoothness
On the arms of such being
The flavor of her body
The sweat of her breast
The swing of her hips
The love of her mind
The person who she is
The one she wants to be
The one that I love
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