MoonBee Canady


' The Touch Of A Virgin... ' - Poem by MoonBee Canady

Her Touch Was Shyly-Light
Full of Purity, In His Sight
Her Touch Was Soft in Timidity
Almost Opposed To His Temerity

Almost As If She Were Afraid To Lay
Naked and Exposed, as Helpless-Prey
Untouched and Untutored In Torrid-Ways
His Eyes, Seemed To Say … It’s Ok …

So, The Touch of The Virgin, Did Fall
Her Fingertips, Fragile and Small
Upon Broad Shoulders and Over All
Gaining-Ground, with Each, Moist-Kiss-Call

… On His Lips, His Eyes, All Over His Face
From Toes, To Thighs, and Back Up, To Waist
Around His Torso, Sent Shivers Up His Back
Covered Every Inch, of His Manly-Track …

In An Instant … It Was All Over
Beneath Blanket, She Was Now … Lover
By Honeyed-Moon, They Did Glisten and Glow
After The First Touch of... Virgin Snow

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  • Rookie Mrs. Blue (11/11/2009 4:06:00 PM)

    That was beautiful and passionate. Yet it still kept its innocence. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 11, 2009


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