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His First Time


He was finally old enough, his dream was now coming true, 
He was excited, feeling so alive, feeling so brand-new. 
At the beginning it was no doubt, love at first sight, 
Now he would finally have a memorable night. 
Time sure does fly by when you're so, so young, 
But now, he felt, she was the one.  
He stared at her, how his eyes did shine,  
"Boy," he thought to himself, "she's finally all mine." 
He took her out for a late night spin, 
Surely this was a most definite win-win. 
He took control, being gentle and oh-so sweet, 
Deciding to spend some time in the fields of wheat. 
There was silence for a while, right underneath the full white moon, 
He had never thought this would've happened so soon. 
He felt like the king of the world, he had all the luck, 
That's how guys feel when they finally get their own...   
 
 
 
 

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