Chapter (2) THE FIRST TIME.

THE FIRST TIME

It was our first time

and....

in that moment,

in that.......very special moment,

I looked into her eyes.

Her half closed eyes

and I saw her.

I saw her....pain.......her joy.

I saw that she loved this boy.

I cupped her face and kissed her tears,

tried to take away her fears.

She had cried,

out loud,

and I felt proud she did this because,

she loved me.

 

Now in the after moments

the  sheets sweat stained,

remained, covering her tired, supple body.

Yes there had been some pain,

but I knew,

there had been pleasure too.

It was in her smile,

in her..... contented smile

As I stood by the bed.

 

Reaching down I moved the cover

I was her lover.

I bared her breasts as they moved in silent rhythm

with her breath.

I watched her.

She made no protest.

No remorse.

No discourse as she raised her arms,

her charms full and waiting.

And,

as the midwife laid our first born child on her breast

I smiled.

Author's Note

I hope you like this poem. I wanted to dedicate it to the women who loved me.

Reviews

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thats very sweet and romantic..i liked this writing so much.
and love.. it is something that must be cherieshed .. keep that coming.
:)

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

thank you so much. It is one of those life moments.