The First Stone

Flushed fingers fit between my own,
Ebbing between gentle slide and torrid pressure.
Hands pull mine along, guiding to breasts, down sides, and over thighs,
Drawing me a map of her body.
As she sucks at my lip, my fingers try different touches.
I gauge her favorites by the moans and repeat them over and over.

When we can't stand it any longer, we undress each other 
With vulgar motions of hunger.
My mouth,
Which for days can say nothing,
Now speaks for me as I would have it,
Straight to her skin.
She pulls me up to her neck, slowly upwards;
She's revealing herself to me as a story.
The words,
Straight from her skin into my mouth,
And I breath deeply.
She brings me to her mouth,
And now we share such as we have,
To warm our cold bodies,
And cause each other to live,
To hunger,
To breathe.
And we're sharing breaths, and we will never thing of forgiveness.

The light from the window casts subtle shadows over her form,
Which undulate with our rhythm.
We are rising and falling like waves,
Building until we at last crash onto the shore.
Gasping for breath, we lie, naked and battered,
Basking in the sun's warm rays.

Reviews

[Anima Inspired]

Wow...this was quite a provacative piece. You've managed to evoke a passionate and scintillating set of emotions while remaining deep and emotional at the same time. Great imagery...sexy, strong and still somehow vulnerable, like the reality of a "first time". This was a strong write...