With A Virgin... Poem by Leslie Xavier

A lazy touch and it all began,
her passions ignite in a welcome shiver.
In a soft husky voice she opens the door,
baby take me down that winding road.
A virgin ride, a gentle drift,
a man risen, boy it’s sensual overload.

The gentle caress, twist, my right hand;
on the nerve end of your mystery life.
The firm fondle, squeeze, my left hand;
on the vein end where your ‘G’ flows.
The rush of blood, flowing hormones,
poetic, rhythmic, your heart and mine.

Taunts, my fingers in ballet, deliberate,
to raise the tuned glow n flow.
My heart skips a beat, oh, your skin glows;
ye never twitch, legs and arms, wrapped n warm.
Slow slide down the maiden depths,
your soft blossom I’ll never crush.

I wipe your brow, sweat and scents;
and the lip lock by the seaside den.
Out in the open is where we love,
stares, smiles – they turn me on.
Glossy path to blissful sleep, veiled;
tonight we’ll meet, act; and the coloured dreams.