Late Late Show Poem by Russell Stice

The late late show is over and her parents have went off to bed
Every Saturday would leave, so nothing was needed to be said

But we slip up the stairs quietly & leave all the lights turned out
Off comes our clothing and into bed to see what love is all about

Moon light gently flashing through curtains in the dark of night
Shining randomly upon us, giving off its elusive revealing light

First time ever we lay and breathe each others nervous breath
The feel of heartbeats pressed tightly against each others chest

Kissing her full lustful lips, a feeling so bonding sultry and raw
Exploring each others bodys without lights for eyes to see it all

Anticipation and the climatic event that electrifies our very soul
Every sense in our body heightens & demands we never let go

Feelings of your first time is a hard thing to invoke and explain
Like what starts a thunder storm that brings the pouring rain

So hard to compare the first time wether it be failure or success
Was it love or was it lust, only time be the arbitrator for that test