Virgin Lips

Caressing the outlines of her face, I imagine all the kisses offered at these parted lips. Through these lips have passed seventeen years of words in two languages, songs in pure alto voice, and laughter as well as cries for loss. These very lips have given strength to the weak, encouragement to the sad, and tonight they kindle love in my healing soul.

As she kneels and folds soft fingers around me, her eyes become those of a young woman. Her eyes shine only inches from my well-practiced probe made rigid at the mere sight of her.

My hands touch her cheeks and her eyes meet mine with a hint of question. “Are you sure?” I ask, knowing I can pull back from one so young if needed.

Her eyes drop back to my swollen cock and I know her answer is certain.