the first touch was tentative,
the scent tantalizingly different,
the sounds and nuances yet to
be experienced, known, trusted.
she was beautiful, firm, curvaceous,
polished, but not yet refined, not
yet molded by the necessities of
moving in fluid oneness.
time, and practiced repetition,
would embrace them, join them,
meld them into a flawless fluidity,
caress the contours of their differences.
he cherished every moment of this
first love, touched, caressed, held,
gazed at the texture and sheen
of his olive skinned love.
they spent long winter nights
exploring the subtle contours
of the other, investigating the
intricacies of intimacy
they knew this was a perfect fit,
a seamless bond had been fashioned,
a desire to face the future together
to place one hand in the other
thus they stood on that spring day
hand in hand, facing the future,
dreaming of its wonders
when those magic words were spoken.,,,
John G. Lawless