Discovery Poem by eric foster

At first, you and I
were virgins - at
least to each other.
We hadn't even
kissed! We were
like teenagers in
a borrowed bed,
nervous as hell
but not at all
clumsy. We were
new snow, no
footprints.
Ready to get dirty.
All of you was strange:
your breath and your
eyes, your lips, your
hips, your hands and
your thighs. I didn't
know what to touch
first. The proximity
of discovery made
us both delirious.
But days turn into
weeks and weeks
turn into years. We
became familiar -
isn't that what happens?
We begin to understand
each other too clearly.
We read each others minds.
The love remains but
the discovery is gone -
the mystery. Until you are
removed. Then the
mystery returns. The longing,
the desire, the need to feel
delirious again. Believe
me, I loved touching you
that first night. kissing you,
teasing you. Seeing you
shivering on the bed, as
open as the night is long,
nervous but comfortable.
Anxious. Content.
Let me do that again