We first sexed in a tumbling, fumbling manner;
The time had come, it seemed to us,
To consummate our virgin lust.
The Valley was shakin' to The Rocks,
A popular Irish band;
We'd had our fill,
I sparked the engine,
And parked my bike on Techumseh Hill.
The summit was dew damp;
We spread wide our pants,
Not knowing who should go for whom,
So we relented to the crescent moon;
I acquiesced to the shooting stars
When my eyes kissed hers.
Diverse moons have filled my nights,
Long since the grassy knoll,
Beyond star light.
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Romantic and sparkly with young love and first experiences of fumbling but memorable. Lovely and charming