We had met once before
I had opened and held the door
Your eyes were sparkling
The color of jade
My heart speeded up
When I saw you again
You did not remember me
My soul knew. . .
We had carnal delight
In our younger years
You seduced me
Or was it I who...
Seduced you
It really does not matter now
The memories are etched
On my heart...
You being my first.. .. ..
I must confess that with the title of "Carnal Delight," I was expecting something more in the nature of the offerings of AD Poetess Victoria McColley, one dear to my heart. But I was not disappointed.
Your line, "The memories are etched/On my heart...You being my first" brings to mind that I'm soon to celebrate my 60th wedding anniversary with "my first." First Loves are powerful, indeed.
Care to sample a bit of my poetry? Try, "Heart and Soul: One Last Dream." Perhaps it will set you to spinning more tales of love. (Be sure to leave your sound on.)
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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Your line, "The memories are etched/On my heart...You being my first" brings to mind that I'm soon to celebrate my 60th wedding anniversary with "my first." First Loves are powerful, indeed.
Care to sample a bit of my poetry? Try, "Heart and Soul: One Last Dream." Perhaps it will set you to spinning more tales of love. (Be sure to leave your sound on.)
With admiration and respect,
Richard