Frosty summer school,
where hearts skip a beat.
My soul tells me,he's the one,
but it's my innocence he wants.
Some are against this torrid love affair.
Most are disgusted.
Bill,
my love,
my first womanly experience.
Work hard hands
and crispy lips.
The way his breath felt down my spine.
We never forget our firsts.
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