Uncrossed

Her feet are light as birds in his strong hands,
He parts them gently and discovers calves
So soft to touch; yet his advance is planned
And he’s not someone who does things by halves;
Her thighs respond to every feathered touch
Of fingers, as he slides beneath her skirt;
Why is she trembling? Is this far too much?
She wonders, if his entrance will soon hurt?

So, will it be delightful and divine
To feel a man inside her for the first
Adventure in his bedroom; is there time
For her to shiver as he does his worst
To take the innocence, she thought she’d lost?
Her feet are light as birds, once they’re uncrossed.