The Poet's Place writings

The First time

The First time
By Lisa Noe

There are blue pools of water my eyes, the tears joy
As they sparkle like dancing chars of glass

Cherry lips which You have kissed so gently while I swoon
I am exploding, anticipating your touch, as I jump from my skin

I am in love with you so deeply
I want to share everything with you

As we stand cheek to cheek, dancing across the floor
I am afraid you smell the fear I hold within me

Oh no, I have never been handled in such a way,
So tender, as if you want to take me right there and then.

Your touch makes me shiver, yet I’m not cold
I feel your hot breath against my bare neck

Your strong hands hold me around my tiny waist
As I melt like hot butter in your arms.

My eyes tell you what you want to hear…
Take me!