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In Memories Of Thrill Of Her First Kiss

    In memories of thrill of her first kiss
    I had felt joy but never deep like this
    In my dreams this treasure I now so miss
    Love with a raven hair beauty named Cris
    Sweet magnificent treasure was her lips
    We majestically flew in our trips
    Pleasures natural and truly sublime
    Fine gems I will remember for all time
    Found love in late summer of sixty-nine
    I became hers and her love became mine
    Bliss was not destined to forever last
    Her kiss, the sweetest jewel in my past
    Night dreams, her lips touch, my soul does feel
    Oft I wake, feasting on thrill of that meal

    In memories of thrill of her first kiss
    I see my first true love, raven haired Cris
    A past lover that gave her greatest gift
    Kisses that my young soul did so uplift
    In that blissful moment our lips first met
    We knew not all our love would soon beget
    Nights of longings and aching times apart
    Epic passion born in each eager heart
    Utter joy, bodies melded those hot nights
    Only our passion existed in our sights
    Found was her kiss and first love's deep reward
    We strolling down paradise boulevard
    Dear memories, love born from her first kiss
    Of my lost beauty, my raven haired Cris

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2017
    Double Sonnets

    Syllables Per Line:
    10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
    10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 280
    Total # Words: 214

Note- I rarely ever write double sonnets but this subject and the inspiration found in dmp's, First Kiss Thread, warranted a special poem as I promised to compose.

Added note-  Analysis from the author's memory and dreams of youth and what truly happened.
 
Before the kiss came, existed only desire--but after the kiss, the entire universe exploded into unimaginable levels of joy and pleasures, time became an enemy that kept us apart.. (and eventually ended our paradise!)

The poem is about the memory of the the girl( Cris, my first), but only as known through the gateway of that first kiss.
Showing that the power of that first kiss, eager lips meeting and the sun exploding,  birthed all that followed....
These days, such may seem an antiquated notion(with so many girls eager to kiss other parts)--but nevertheless such is the deep and true power of a first kiss when one meets a soulmate(first love).
This from the author's perspective as it is based upon my young life and my short time with her...
Such short time that birthed a lifetime of treasured memories...
As we are what we have been, what we hold dear and how we have lived ..... the present being only a temporary step into what we will continue to become..
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