SHE GAVE TO ME HER FLOWER

She gave to me her flower.
I held her warm, light, then tight.
I tipped into her wetness,
soon we rocked into the night.

There's something about first time
that makes us want it special.
I'd lightly stroked the entrance,
finger-parted the petal.

After the initial stab
was passed, then came the pleasure
as inside my length fitted;
she took in my full measure.

One on one our bodies rubbed,
one's nipples grazed other's breast.
Once we're both comfortable,
my loins into hers I pressed.

Heat of our bloods pumped through us,
a new instinct took over;
passing point of no return
I thrust like piston through her.

Round my waist her legs wound round,
her feet brushed on back of mine,
finger nails dug in my back
and scratched up and down my spine.

Her own thighs counter thrusted,
her walls round me contracted.
We worked until she climaxed;
I felt my seed extracted.

We paused, I atop of her
while cum pumping subsided
We both recovered our breaths,
then in deep sleep abided.