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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Being sensual isn’t necessarily about sex. I recall a night of such immense innocent delight that all my senses -heightened- far exceeded my teenage expectations of romance. My sense of sight had already been triggered from the moment I first met the young man whose eyes so flirtatiously met mine. As sweet as chocolate, his eyes melted me. His smile was honey and his voice too, which dripped with an accent which was French - instantly attracted my sense of hearing. In the front seat of his Buick Riviera, this boy from Quebec taught me the allure of taking time . . . taking time to gaze into each other eyes, taking time to feel . . . to really feel each little nibble on my ear lobe and the sweetness of his breath at the nape of my neck; to feel his fingers as they softly traced the features of my face - worshippingly - as if I were a goddess he was touching. Even my sense of smell was aroused by his colgne. Taking his time . . . such lingering precious time, he arrived to that first anticipated kiss, and my sense of taste was then aroused, for his kiss was ambrosia of the gods. To touch his silken skin and hair, and then to feel his lips moving smoothly over mine! In synche with him - romance was nothing but sublime. All the while his hands – so magical - caressed my hands, my arms, my shoulders, and my back down to my waist. Feelings I’d never experienced before overwhelmed me with bliss. I was still a virgin, and he knew exactly how far not to go. Keeping me at the brink of something I was not to know till I was married, I was more than satisifed and never before in my life had I felt more cherished. Every sense of mine was totally engaged by his dulcet whispers and the beauty of his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and his entire tall slender body. The touch of him, the feel of him, and the feel of MY burgeoning emotions - for me this was a virgin’s dream of sensuality. Feb. 3, 2021 for the Sensual Poetry Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
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