First

Written as a series of 4 poems.


The First Touch.

The first touch.
An accident as such.
Strange feelings stir.
Boundary’s start to blur.

A word of encouragement given.
All wrongs forgiven.
Another touch less accidental.
But very gentle.

Your skin starts to tingle.
Your feelings mingle.
A simple touch.
Gives so much.

A touch given with great love.
A touch like the wings of a dove.
Another touch all boundaries’ fall.
You want it all.


The Wall.

It starts like a whisper on the breeze.
You feel a weakness in your knees.
The warmth of the loving touch starts to infuse your soul.
Your body and soul become whole.

The whisper becomes a voice.
A voice that gives you no choice.
The voice is urging you on, for more.
And the loving warmth is seeping into your core.

The voice is now a shout.
Your mouth is dry as if in a drought.
Higher the pleasure.
This is a time to treasure.

The breeze has now become a gale.
Your very being wears a veil.
The pleasure you thought could get no higher.
Now turns to pure ecstasy and fills you with fire.


The first aftermath.

The moonlight sparkles off the ice in the winter’s night.
Your eyes glow with happiness in this icy night.
The night is cold, crisp, and light.
The warmth of your love stands out in the cold night.

Your body is warm to the core.
And your mind remembers what has just gone before.
Your thoughts are strange.
But the memory will, like the stars never change.

You feel the low side set in.
This was no sin.
So high, there must be a low side
A big rollercoaster ride.

You look, and see the look of love returned.
And know you have learned.
Will you remember.
Maybe not, but there will always be an ember.


The Other Side.

All senses heightened.
No need to be frightened.
Time does not exist.
Except when you are kissed.

Fire across your skin.
Your head starts to spin.
Pure ecstasy fills every moment.
But there is no torment.

Every thought is filled.
With love so skilled.
Your body screams for more.
But your mind can take no more.

Nothing left to explore.
You see everything to your core.
Pleasure so pure.
For this love there is no cure.