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Over 200 Photos in Four Series
In the first fresh moments of dawn
As virgin light sprinkles the bedroom,
There is a stir among the linens -
Young girls are playing dress-up.
Newly wakened from their slumbers,
Their pink flesh still warm with sleep,
They kiss and cuddle and fantasize
Their erotic girlish dreams.
The sweet smell of flowers in their hair,
The soft silk upon their breasts,
The fresh morning air in their skirts,
O bliss, O intimacy, O love!
There is bliss in standing half-naked
And rubbing their bodies together;
There is bliss in lying beside each other,
Petting, whispering, giggling.
There is intimacy in their soft voices,
Cooing of private passions;
There is intimacy in their secrets,
Yet both wish a man would come!
And there is love in the trust they feel
That allows them to be so free;
There is love in fondling so deeply
Such fresh and forbidden ecstasy!
Young girls know what young girls like,
And their gentle fingers, pliant and new,
Search knowingly for unknown pleasures.
O heaven is touching each other!
As the morning warms and ripens,
And the bedroom fills with tender light,
Young girls are playing dress-up.
O bliss, O intimacy, O love!
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