Warning... it's contains just a little 'adult' content.
The kiss had almost a tentative feel
As if the gossamer wings of a butterfly
Silently had just brushed past
Nothing stirred
Except for the small flames
That licked at them both
Fanned only by their own sighs
Whispers within her saying, can I do this
The small delicate hairs on the back of her neck
Stood like soldiers, tickling but not uncomfortable
The stubble of his unshaven face was felt beneath her fingers, sensitive, alive
So long she had waited for this,
At times the longing was almost unbearable.
Compelled to return to the present,
She wanted to memorize every detail.
The very slight fragrance of his cologne
the silky texture of his hair
the 'outdoorsy' scent of his skin.
She pressed against his body
What she thought long dormant
Once again stirred to life
She concentrated once again on the things
She wished never to forget.
As his arms enveloped her
She offered no resistance
Pulled closer into his embrace
Tentatively, the tip of his tongue found hers
For one-second she felt alarm
But, quickly it was extinguished
Replaced with total surrender
Oblivious to all around her
Drawn into the sanctuary of his arms
Through a deep fog she recognized
The power in his muscles
As sinews started to show
His arms pulled her ever yet closer
The hardness of his body catapulted her deep
Deep into an engulfing inferno
Which she wished never to escape
Leaning into him
She sank ever lower
Into the flames
That licked at her body
Forgotten was the uncertainty
The shyness
In their place
Remained unbridled passion
Lower she sank into his kiss
Her tongue reaching for his
Doing battle
But yet giving
Her arms entwined about his neck
Her breath coming in shorter gasps
Lips upon lips
His hands traveled slowly down her back
With a soft moan
Placing his hands upon her rump
He drew her against him
She felt his hardness
His manhood
Pressed against her belly
she wanted him
Now
Lost in the wetness of his tongue
And the sweetness of his lips
Unconsciously
She returned his fervour
A melting pot of emotions
Played one against the other
Her nipples hardened
Under her silk gown
Her womanhood
Now throbbing with wanton lust
His mouth seared hers
Time eluding as their bodies fused
They breathed as one entity,
Both receiving, both giving.
Deeper into the spiral of love they dove.
Both knew, that never again, would they experience
'That First Kiss'
By Mervyn Graham
Mervyn, you're a beast. This revived so many memories that I had long since put away. You are awful. But I like you. lol
Wew! ! ! ! ! What a inspiration Poet! ! ! ! ! I have to take a breath....lol
'The First Kiss is my ipoem inspired by Khalil Gibran's The First Kiss from the Profit.' Is it 'Profit' or 'Prophet'? ==== right poet - -r
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid description of 'The First Kiss'. Well done. You may like to read, rate and comment on my poem 'French Kiss'. Besides, you may read some others too. 'The First Kiss is my poem inspired by Khalil Gibran's The First Kiss from the Profit.' Is it 'Profit' or 'Prophet'?
Prophet... the only profit is in the enrichment of reading his work.