THE FIRST TIME
Oak Spirit


I want to know you.
I want to touch you.
I want to love you.
A silent room bathed in moonlight...
Bare feet move toward the bed...
Lips touching...
Tongues tasting on soft, anxious breath...
Soft skin meeting softness.
The Goddess smiles.


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