Their First
Her hands were so soft
As they found their way under his shirt
Finding that sensitive lower part of his back
She pulled him closer to her
Allowing him to become familiar with her scent
Like springtime flowers in her hair, on her skin
He could actually taste the jasmine that lingered there
Continuing to be nervous, his hands slowly embraced her
Finding the curves that she beautifully adorns with style
He holds her, telling her through touch, of his feelings
Of the night, the two will then share
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2009
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