Love 2546
I don't know rather it was love or lust
but I knew that I wanted her
she was like those fine pieces of art
that you could stare at for hours
but could never touch, she was tempting to the eye
she could burn down bridges with a single gaze
or she could set your heart on fire, I was smitten
she was a tempting tease, these virgin eyes
slipping off her clothes, one garment at a time
I never stood a chance, she stole my virginity
without a single finger laid...
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