The First

Never going to happen...

Be the first man to touch my lips
Untrained, they may tremble.
Your soft pink skin on mine.
The first; slow and tender.
Your tongue parting my lips, teaching.
Passion seeping from my lips into yours,
Though you remain unaffected.
My hands run through your dark hair.
Your rough hands cradling my face,
Pushing away the hair that falls to my face.

Kiss me love,
Though you would be reluctant.
Kiss me love,
Though you would find it ten different shades of wrong.
Kiss me love,
Simply because I ask you to.

Author's Note

Yeah. Short, stupid, to the point.

Reviews

[We are young.]

This was so extravagant. Not stupid at all, completely beautiful the way you word everything here. Nice job I look forward to reading more of your writing.

[B0Beauxs]

EURGH! You are just so good!

This is, in my opinion, a perfect poem. It is so beautiful, and so sweet, with such passion in very few words.

Absolutely wonderful. I must read it again

[Impulse]

Stupid my *ss.

[Poeticpiers]

innocent and rather naive M y dear.

though I did enjoy the read which stirred some long forgotten memories