Some birthday 19yrs. and 19 dollars She gave him a number Told him to call her He was 1 part lonely, 1 part curiosly horney, and 100% virgin She knew the look She wanted a rock I don't mean no diamond He wanted a silk purse Not machine made Something from the hand of God Even if he wouldn't approve He handed her the money She slipped him the groove On a wet tropical island nite The cherry was gone in just one bite Lexi Hilfe
Reason for writing:
Making love is not the same as laying pipe; but... You have to start somewhere, and though it ain't pretty. It can be pretty memorable. So I was told.
Birth sign: Leo
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