I wanted those lips

but she was unaware;

I wanted her hips

which moved in small circles

so easily

child-bearing hips

belly-dancing hips

undulating hips,

but she was unaware.


The eyes were at once shy and bold

because she would look shyly

but then drink me in transfixed, innocently.


I wanted her hands upon me

gentle hands, hesitantly

which invited my own touch

my urgent desire

to seize.

because seizing

is a form of honesty,

a weakness some men have
compared to false sensitivity
a weakness some women like to excite
some fear, and some are oblivious to.


But once inside her personal space

she changed, transformed

pressing against me
from her own center because Desire knows no gender,

and I become the flower in her garden

opening to her sunlight

her mouth's gentle moist waterings

lifted too by those buoyant

breasts
crushing into me, hungrily
her offerings.

She gasps directing my urges

gives me hers

our contours

meet
in the receiving
and the giving
the merging

the paper thin breathing
between us
boundaries now collapsing
gasps of warm airs

arms enfolding
in cathedral body
space

which is the realm of True Love's First Embrace.

She whispered
"I need this."
and I spin away
yet we both

exchange then
Yin and Yang
creating that

perfect equilibrium

where hearts sing
where embraces consecrate
where souls surge.

 No kiss surpasses the First Kiss
No embrace replicates
True Love's First.