I remember the first time.
I took her in my arms and held her head close to my chest with
one hand,
and the other caressed her neck.
She liked that.
I could tell.
She responded.
Not verbally, somehow I have learned to speak
and listen with my touch,
my passion,
my heart.
Although I've never been here before
not this place,
her passion, I know she's glad.
She responds.
She raises her head to look into my eyes
I see, I hear what she is saying, what she is asking.
I undress her she is!
I've seen her before not with my eyes with my heart.
She is the same.
Bounteous breast reaching out like ripe fruit.
I stroke them gently, coaxing her nipples into erection.
She moves closer and removes my clothes.
I reach for her, with eyes closed I glide my hand between
her breast
exploring until I reach the depth.
I wander into the darkness the dampness.
I search.
She guides, unfolds the moist pearl.
I open my eyes.
Her cheek comes close to my chest.
I hold her close with one hand, while exploring with the
other.
She responds.
She takes me down her hands clasped behind my neck, we are
joined.
The heat of our thighs fuse into a single flame.
It burns in me in her.
Passion.
Our lips seek for each other.
Her legs entwine my waist as I kneel before this goddess.
Her hand descends to my erection.
My hand touches her hairless mound.
She is naked, young, firm.
I'm hard.
She is ready.
We're finished.
It is finished.
Asleep.
I remember the first time.
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