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ROBINThere never was nor will there ever be a more poignant memoryThan when I held my girl's bared breast for the first timeThere against the meadows ironwood split rail fenceEven her light blue shirt yielded softly as I fumbled with virginal buttonsThe perfect form was beauty like strawberries and creamI cupped that single breast in reverent handCaused a gasp And gulping back my grateful tears Began with hungry mouthTo shower kisses on shining eyes and ruby lipsIn the crisp turquoise spring morning sun The lark's song praised the seasons juices flowing
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