beautiful
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. |
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