Young lovers out at Sloan’s Lake beneath a star painted sky
He pulls her closer to him as she breathes a contented sigh
His lips crave hers so sweetly in the magic of the night
She offers her response as foreplay, not putting up a fight
Fingers fumbling grasping as breasts so tempting viewed
Again he vows he loves her and again her faith’s renewed
Nipples tingle swollen as hungrily he tastes his first desire
Fearful desire in her building too as he lights her maiden fire
Hands exploring inside clothes soon make way to snaps undone
Heavy breathed promises, moans and groans as two become one
Youthful wanting and craving, no match is morality in the dark
Awkward but so sensitive they make love like walking in a park
Shivers, shudders catch their breath sticky evidence to wipe away
Clothes and feelings tied together, now that they had their time to play
Words of promise now kept silent, still, goodnight kisses sweet
Young love and lusty desire quenched, till tomorrow when again they meet!
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS))))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Birgit and Roger
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Love this tenderness and for the memory it calls from me.
Susan
This is beautifully passionate and written poetry; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace & Love, Dove