By: Claudia (BrokenWing) + 21 more
Date Submitted: 2/19/2007
Last Updated: 2/21/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 229
Rating:

Sometimes I wish you had been
my first lover,
But would you have even wanted
a virgin
or would you have been
disappointed by my inexperience?

Without comparisons,
would I have recognized you
for the sparkling jewel you are?
So tender, patient,
giving and unselfish?

I was trembling, afraid,
your tenderness gently eased my fears as
you introduced me to new pleasures;
your passion took me to new heights,
Loving me with hands, mouth and
taut, silky flesh.

Looking at me with that
mischievous twinkle in your eye
like a naughty boy
caught stealing from the cookie jar.

I remember that first night with you
like it was yesterday
it was one of the happiest times of my life
and I've replayed it in my mind
thousands of times
"He's been well-schooled in the arts of love,"
I thought,
somewhat jealous of your teacher.

No, you were not my first lover,
yet you were the first to touch my soul.
You seared youself onto my body and soul
and from the day I met you,
you were my last, best and only lover.

Looking in your eyes,
I recocognized the sadness
and longing
of a kindred soul
and knew you were the one
I could trust with my heart.

Now I realize that the others
were mere practice
to prepare me for you
and that while not my first,
you are my last, best and only lover--
much better than merely first.

Truly, I saved the best for last.

The Eclectic Pen - Last, Best and Only

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