A Virgin's Dream of Sensuality

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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Rose  Avatar
February 5, 2021 at 4:10 AM
Oh defintely a winner here Andrea ! Paris and a beau, "qui parle l'amoure francais" this is beautifully shared, thank you for sharing, and I say "thank God for memories" that linger and make us young once more. xo
Ligon Avatar
February 4, 2021 at 10:22 PM
Sounds amazing and you truly engaged the senses in your poem. This is my kind of sensuality.
Krutsinger Avatar
February 4, 2021 at 6:44 PM
I think most of the most sensual writes are about innocent love, this is one of the best Andrea.
Callus Avatar
February 4, 2021 at 3:29 PM
It feels good to hear this beautiful narration from a young woman's point of view, Andrea. I wonder how his side of the story would turn out!! ~ Regards // paul
Kendrick Avatar
February 4, 2021 at 3:01 PM
Very passionate work. Reads like a good contender for the contest. Way to go. I appreciate you dropping by and taking time to comment on my work. Sara
Balasubramanian Avatar
February 4, 2021 at 8:11 AM
Wow! What a write, coming straight from within, so beautifully after do many years. Amazing poem. Loved every word of it. A huge favourite for me.
Pandit Avatar
February 4, 2021 at 5:36 AM
How sweet this is-- rejoicing in memories. Your write is full of feelings, Andrea. The young man made quite an impact on you. All the best.
Jayasankar Avatar
February 4, 2021 at 4:00 AM
Oh my... this is lovely Andrea. What an apt title you have given. Sensual emotions just flowing throughout... Best wishes in the contest. Hugs ~ Ani
Buhagiar Avatar
February 3, 2021 at 11:13 PM
Your relationship was full of magic. Alas it's gone now. Only memories remain. ~~
Pettit Avatar
February 3, 2021 at 9:27 PM
Votre mots sont tres jolie! Enjoyed the read very much.
Theraven Avatar
February 3, 2021 at 8:05 PM
Andrea, Defining poetry and the meaning of it again. All the fumbling boys that were us now applaud this for your retelling of the magic. So long to go back for another turn, another roll of the dice. -Richard
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