We met behind the big red barn,
Billy Joe and me.
Expectations running wild,
for it was going to be,
The First Time . . .
He slowly pulled it from his pants,
it was long and red.
Forbidden fruit is sweeter,
it is always said,
I Gasp . . .
With one orgasmic rush,
of sparks the lightning rang.
Not expecting near the thrill,
it went off with a BANG!
Our first Firecracker . . .
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