' the Touch of a Virgin ... '

Her Touch Was Shyly-Light Full of Purity, In His Sight Her Touch Was Soft in Timidity Almost Opposed To His Temerity Almost As If She Were Afraid To Lay Naked and Exposed, as Helpless-Prey Untouched and Untutored In Torrid-Ways His Eyes, Seemed To Say … It’s Ok … So, The Touch of The Virgin, Did Fall Her Fingertips, Fragile and Small Upon Broad Shoulders and Over All Gaining-Ground, with Each, Moist-Kiss-Call … On His Lips, His Eyes, All Over His Face From Toes, To Thighs, and Back Up, To Waist Around His Torso, Sent Shivers Up His Back Covered Every Inch, of His Manly-Track … In An Instant … It Was All Over Beneath Blanket, She Was Now ... Lover By Honeyed-Moon, They Did Glisten and Glow After The First Touch of ... Virgin Snow