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Arthor Journer


Making Love For The First Time


She lay in my arms a tender soft caress
My heart beating fleetingly against her breast
Our eyes locked in each others
Souls entangled in unbridled pleasure
Hands grip and explore the borders of our skin
Ears a flame and emotions blazing within
A word escapes a smile and a sigh
Our bodies shudder rive then lie
It is hard to figure where one ends and the other begins
So close so beautiful wish it could never end
Our sweat flows as one forming puddles on the sheets
We swim in the passion and tickling one another’s feet
Your hair feels so natural against my glazed face
The paths of ecstasy I once again trace
We lay here like a puzzle that has been completed
So many pieces fitting perfectly contented
Words of love and peace grace our ears
Vanquishing all worries all expectations all fears
Your legs wrapped around mine
A feeling mounting so divine
The taste of your lips lingers on the tip of my tongue
My mind is swimming in the things we just have done
I have never before been to this land of bliss
Just by your touch or with a tender kiss
This is virgin territory for there is only one you
And this being our first night making one from two
I have never known such pleasure and such satisfaction
But I have never known you and had this strong attraction
My body wants to go to sleep
But my ears and eyes want to continue to reap
Your breathing your words a symphony to my ears
Pinching myself to realize that you are really real and really here
I have always had dreams of a land called ecstasy
But you have made this dream a defined reality

Submitted: Saturday, February 09, 2008

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  • R R (5/27/2008 1:35:00 AM)

    Passionate & Powerful
    Attractive & Amazing
    Unbelievable & Unforgetable
    It must be recording and recalling personal experience! (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Stobbs (2/9/2008 5:25:00 PM)

    I really like this one. The only thing is that its hard to read cause there is no breaks. But I really like it and relate to it. Very beautiful! (Report) Reply

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