With obsessional drifts of hot aching
Flesh, at times young hearts, denying
Naivety, succumb, untried, to taking
On love. Oh the painful results of shy
Raw awakenings, when fledgling attempts
At romance meet rebuff. Sheer thunderbolt
Pain makes inroads again and again, events
Take on Goliath import when noting
The right way to kiss. Do you glance, like this?
Or, eyes closed, take a chance? It's all so risky!
That first sweet kiss will always be, in my heart for eternity i wonder if she remembers me in the place we used to be! should i remind her now as an old friend? or keep our secret till the end one day! who knows! you have an amazing mind Fay Slimm! regards Bob
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I do not envy the very young. Your title is especially evocative. The imagery of fragile wings attempting to soar on their own...10, for you. Love, SandraX