First Love

Your are so many years away from me
but you own this aged soul,
still burn this skin with desire.

When I close my eyes you are near again
you are pulling me close,
fingers warm behind my neck,

your tongue in my mouth.  Your hands move, move down
to breasts, teasing nipples;
pinch and then kiss them better.

You explore my curves and sooth my shyness.
I cradle you with my thighs
which you part and feel inside

and I am wet with the wanting of you.
I arch and meet your mouth,
you bite then lick me wetter.

As you slide into me, slowly, smiling
I am split, I am whole
and I fall back into you.

We whisper wishes in this final act
before you fade once more
into long decades of dreams.

You are so many years away, my love
but we meet in this memory
ever young and beautiful.