The Virgins Honeymoon
The soft candle light filters through the silk of her nightgown
He sees her naked form highlighted by this backdrop
Her lips tremble a little as she stands there so vulnerable to him
Offers him her virginity, an invitation to love her that he cannot stop
He rises, lays aside the book he’d been pretending to read
As she bathed, perfumed and lingered just a little out of sight
He smiles trying to reassure her that anticipation need not be feared
When two lovers first come together in the passion of the night
Tenderly their lips meet; bodies press soft down against grey steel
Fingers explore each inch of skin like drawing with streaks of heat
Tongues taste, and taste, and taste again as tremors slowly build
Moans and groans and sighs of love flow from way down deep
The silk falls with his clothing on their path to her bridal bliss
They ease like fragile china figures to satin sheets in turned down bed
Naked as god created them he barely touches her face with fingertips
Like a classic De Vinci painting she seems surreal in his head
And when their love juices finally flow …
like two streams blending to a river, calm serene
They both know that they will not let the years erase…
this moment of time they loved supreme
EXCELLENT!!
~ Mari
You've written this sensual, loving poem with such sensitivity. It captures so exquisitely the act of virginal love-making as it is meant to be. It has both a tenderness and almost reverent feel to it. *sigh*
Only one suggestion I can make and that is to change the line, "We ease like fragile china figures to satin sheets in turned down bed" to read, "They ease like....etc." This will keep the perspective right. You've written about 'she' and 'he' and then switched to 'we'. This might have been deliberate. I wonder if you were writing as an observer and then at some point identified and that was the result - a personal memory incorporated. Hope you don't mind my suggestion.
Chanti
What a poem!
John
A beautiful and precious write.
Lisa
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Take care,
Sherry
well done
Love Tinka
Made me feel like he was an older, experienced lover by the *pretending to read*. A beautiful write.
Cynthia
This is a treasured moment........that has a life of its own....
all moments should have such power......and be deserving of a beautiful write like this one..........anita :)