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A Guy Thing

Having the first experience with girls isn't easy,
   And especially when you're on a first date.
   Such a quandary...making sure you look your best.   

   All the while, he keeps thinking...
  "No, don't say that or she will think you're a jerk!"
   Yet, no one has prepared him for that moment
   Of awkwardness, when he is supposed to kiss her.
   Now, comes the big question for him ..."Do I keep my
   Eyes open or closed?"

   Every fibre of his being knows that the time is 
   Very close.  What a delicate situation for him.
   Each of his nerve endings will be jumping as
   Rivers of emotion will break over his being.

   Then, the moment comes.  In a flash, she gets close,
   Opens her mouth just a little,
   Lifts her head to just the right angle...
   Dry and parched lips are all he can offer in return.

   Yet, their lips come together, and like the 
   Ongoing tide, the kiss takes place
   Under a moonlit sky in some secluded lover's lane.

   All that he will remember is that
   Beautiful moment, that one instant, that
   One singular happening when 
   Under that sky, he had achieved
   The manhood that he had dreamed about for so long.

   That singular moment will be forever frozen in time for
   Him.  Sixty years hence, it will be like only a moment ago.
   Each time he thinks of it, it will bring a smile to his face.

   Both the young man and that girl may have long parted
   In their lives, perhaps on to other dates and encounters.
   Reality though, is that the first time is always one that is
   Deeply remembered for the intimacy that was
   Shared by them at that moment.
     
   Although they may have grown apart,
   Neither of them will ever forget that sweet encounter,
   Dipped in the pen of both love and romance.

   Throughout a lifetime of loving encounters,
   He will certainly never forget that first
   Emotional tidal wave of romantic relief after a first kiss.

   Being all too overcome with the
   Enchantment and the 
   Excitement that it had produced, he can hardly wait for the next big moment...
   SEX!

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