Richard Stilwell

(09-24-1957 / Mooresville, North Carolina)

First Time

Coaxed not pried,
With a calling card to open,
She came in on her free will,
And caught me kind of by surprise,

Off guard I was,
But on guard I was,
Ever vigilant to decpetion,

No lies were herd,
No excuses were made for entering,

An accent of calm,
An accent of cool,
Kept me at bay,

She listened,
And I listened,
As talk turned to play,

It did not last too long,
Nor was the time too short,
It was just right__
For our first time


Submitted: Sunday, October 02, 2005
Edited: Sunday, October 02, 2005

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  • Eila Mahima Jaipaul (10/2/2005 8:31:00 PM)

    thinking back on 'the first time' of things should always bring a smile to your face... and a glint to the eye...
    nice write... I expect to see more of you...
    warmest thoughts
    -Eila (Report) Reply

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