First Love

Thu, 10/08/2015 - 20:48 -- ETamez

He laid her in bed and swept up her legs, pulling her into his clutch.

The smell of his skin lingered onto her everything.

His arms travaling past her sides, exploring her breast, and finally resting upon her chin.

Her head slightly tilted back with her fingers lingering threw his hair.

Tightly they held eachother kissing, caressing, breathing oh so deeply, expresing their yearning gradually being met.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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