A Giver Poem by Florida Angel
A Giver
A little girl I was When I met my first love
So pure, Intense… Not much I had to give
So much I had to fear,
Afraid of losing him, my only dear.
My heart, almost out of my mouth.
One day he kissed me with his tongue,
From loud heart beatings, to legs shaking,
Weird wet feelings.
Afraid of losing him and my mind,
He was pushed away,
What if he didn’t like it or worse,
What if he didn’t want me anymore?
He was my Prince,
So cute in Love, Loved me,
But I didn’t know that, I wasn’t sure...
I moved away, we moved on.
The little prince was the only one, innocent love,
Never to be replaced, never to be touched,
Forever embraced, the first of all.
A love without pretenses, pure love arbitration.
Karina, as stated before me, this is very well written, A first love is never forgotten. Nor is expermenting with love Very tastefully written. 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison
'From loud heart beatings, to legs shaking, Weird wet feelings.' for better or worse, we never forget the first. Honest, revealing. fit and memorable tribute. Thanks for sharing.
As first love never be lost, lkovely verse, wellpenned, thanks
Love in mind beauty in words pens were made for this, that well remembered kiss, you set a high standard Karina love Chris
First kiss, first love...most people remember it always. : -))
Pure love is a good way to describe it, Truely this was written from the heart. I love it, keep it coming :)
Really a truthful write... My heart, almost out of my mouth. One day he kissed me with his tongue, From loud heart beatings, to legs shaking, Weird wet feelings.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:21:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Spoken in a true hearted fashion, well done...