This Happy Memory
My
first
lover
sang to me
as she held my hand.
I was innocent and shaking,
for I did not know the things lovers do in the dark
Having always been an excellent student I was willing to put in the hard work
She
placed
my hand
on bare breast,
then whispered to me,
"Do not be afraid, take your time."
I must confess, her kindness was a pleasant surprise
Delicate experienced hands guided me to the peak of my true hidden desires
Such
joy
as I
discovered
her special places.
She revealed to me mysteries,
holding nothing back from my wanting lips and fingers
Her the guide me the explorer, yet far from the first to discover her wilderness!
For Broken Wings' "The Magic of Three" poetry contest.
I have not had much experience with this form,
I hope I have completed it properly.
Written: January 12, 2018
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2018
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