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Rite of Passage

The pure state would soon be no more.
There’s only one.

It won’t be mine long.
He knows that it’s his.

He’s been waiting for this moment.
I knew he’d be the one
To take it from me.

I had prepared for this day to come.
Now it was here
And I would never get it back
Once it was gone.

That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
The pure state would soon be no more.
I knew I was ready.
My body and soul
With him I intended to let go.

The bed was made.
The sheets neatly folded down.
I’d soon be nude in it with him.
He comes closer to me
And nerves begin to take over
Making me shiver.

He touches me.
The tingle from his touch
Travels through my body
Sending quivers of delight
Through my pureness.

I fall to the bed.
His body now laying on top of mine.
It’s so heavy upon my lightness.
Something I’ve never felt before.

The time had finally come.
Where instinct made me spread my legs.
Waiting for that beautiful moment.

Then it happened.
The piercing hotness.

Into my rite of passage.

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