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First Time Making Love

Poetry By: Michael68

The First time is always the one you remember the most. Especially with the one you truly love.

Submitted:May 21, 2009    Reads: 7,452    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

She comes to the bed slowly,

My eyes gazing at the beauty

Of her naked flesh,

Believing that this is a dream.

But it isn't,

We are both here

Ready to do what we have wanted for so long.

Dreamed of it,

Talked about it so much,

But always postponed the moment.

Her actions shows that she is nervous,

Which makes me relieved

For I thought I would be the only one.

We stand in front of each other,

Gazing into each others eyes

As I tell her

We can go as far as she wants too

That I don't want to force her.

She smiles and says

That she knows and that she trusts me,

As she moves her body closer to mine.

We kiss tenderly

The yearning desire burning white hot

As I carefully lead her to the bed while we embrace.

Not knowing what to do,

We let instinct take over,

As that which we longed for comes true.

Flesh rubbing against flesh,

Our bodies joined as one,

Thrusting to the rhythm of our heartbeat.

Such pleasure fills us, thrill us with such desire.

More intense than we had imagined.

For the moment we become one body,

One soul,

That two hearts are beating for.

Till we explode and I drain my essence into her,

As she holds me tight.

Limbs entwined, we kiss

Not moving,

While we are enveloped in the passion

That we shared with each other.

Then I whisper…I love you.

So softly in her ear,

Before sleep comes

And drifts us off into a dream.

But none could be as pleasant

As the moment we just shared.


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