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The Very First Time

The very first time that I did it

wasn't warm, or safe, or at home.

It was furtive, and risky, and freezing.

I cringe at the thought every time.

 

The very first time that I saw it,

I shuddered with horror and fear.

This was the end, I just knew it.

Pleasure was gone from me here.

 

The very first time that I had it,

I couldn't get over the thrill.

The best in my life by a long way.

Must have it always from now.

 

First shave in the shed with a cut throat.

Grey hair on my chest in love's bed.

Pension cheque is the best of the first times.

Best muse that a poet has had.

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clarissa mckone

Tue 20th Nov 2007 04:11

haha this is great!

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