Her by Mike Berger

Her perfume was vanilla and spice.
Her smile a mischievous elf.
Her whisper a gentle breeze.
My passion a boiling cauldron;
a dam ready to burst.
My hand pressed to her breast..
I love you spilled from my lips.
Her body shook and mist
filled her eyes. A volcano was
about to erupt. She took my
face in her hands and whispered,
"Be gentle, this is my first time."

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