Like A Poetry...
Remember can not that first kiss.
Not very memorable.
Or was I that innocent, inexperienced
Or wasn't I in love enough,
My chosen one he was not, excited not my mind
I knew not how to kiss.
His kisses excited me not or lack, of practice.
I know not!!!
Until you came along sending shivers through my spine.
Your voice that Celtic twang.
The look of you,
That Viking I've created in my mind.
I can remember that first kiss leaving me wanting.
Beneath the sunshine.
The moon at half light intermingling with the stars
With the darkness of my nights
Lightness within
Shakily I closed my, eyes
I was holding on to you.
My hands upon your shoulders.
Just to steady me... so!
Feeling my legs buckling beneath me
Your pheromones, heightening mine my senses.
Your muskiness playing havoc with my mind.
My senses having no defences when he's about at any time.
Kissing you that very first time.
The euphoria within me could not abide
My imagination running wild.
Playing havoc with my mind at all times.
That afternoon ...
I gave myself to you the very first time.
Inebriated by love or lust, matters not.
I was lost in your hold your arms.
Whispering touching experiencing love.
I kissed your lips hungrily.
Your lips, touching mine the feeling mesmerising.
Never knew it could be such as this, that gossamer
Impeding my mind, my mind think could not...
Making love that very first time euphorically, was I!
Dragging out of me this wanting, having you close to me.
Finally my Viking his hair wild.
It's redness like the sun..burning like fire, my mind!
I let him lay his hands, as no one other had ever before.
My mind perpetually, anticipating
His words incandescently burning a hole in my mind.
My minds on fire my blood!!
As he said goodbye after such a short time.
My tears flowed like a river ...A turbulent river.
White waters spuming at all times.
Now, sitting by the riverside.
Across from the church, I see him cycling by.
The autumn leaves cascading below that canopy.
Trees bare empty like my heart.
Above a canopy of yellow, shedding through a golden light.
Its leaves carpet like shuffling like a dance...
In the distance,
Coming along the way, I see he purposely in his stride
I waited excitedly wonder in my eyes.
But, I had nothing to give!
Except, but me!
Our first kiss.
Like a poetry.
By Connie James...
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