The First Time

On a full moon night

We took the long way home

Chasing souls

Chasing bodies

 

We twirled and danced,

Spreading our hues

In the streets

Overcoming our blues

 

His virility,

His gentlemanliness,

His eyes,

Were my dragging force

 

Walking down the street,

Our eyes linked, lips weren’t speaking

Oh! The colour, the deepness!

Tonight, he wanted me!

 

He wanted my body

Resisted; being a gentleman

Consent?

.

.

.

Is that a question??

‘The Look’ is enough!

 

The abode was mine

The vibes were his!

The pressure of his lips against mine,

The heat of his body,

The zephyr from his neb,

Was touching my soul.

 

Our hearts were beating,

Beating so hard,

Made a rhythm

The rhythm of love

 

We were in love

We got consumed

We were making love

A feeling no less than a drug

 

The pace was slow

The emotions had a flow

But the question was;

Lights on or off?

 

The moon was there

A pumpkin it was

The lights were switched off

 

Bodies were colliding,

Colliding under the sheets

Naked as our souls…

 

His shoulders, so broad,

His arms, so strong,

His love, so passionate.

 

His biceps were curled around me

He took my face in hands

Our lips puckered!

His eyes, still asking for consent!

 

And then came the time,

When for the first time,

I felt him,

I felt him inside me…

 

Our souls were one,

Now our bodies were too.

We were breathing,

Chest to chest!

Beat with beat!

 

Oh! That night…

That beautiful night!

When we had ‘it’

For the first time.