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First
by Amanda ConlogueI didnt love my first
But he was there
And I was there
On the sofa
Second-hand and worn
Then naked, his hand slipping
Cotton panties down my thighs
I kicked them aside
Waiting, as he slid
His hand back to cup me
Kissed my breasts, my neck, my mouth
As he eased inside me, asking
If Im ok, I nodded, sighed as
He began to move, my legs curled
Around him, my hands restless on his back
And the light was winter-blue
Reflecting off the snow, refracting
Through the dusty window
Gleaming on our pale skin
Like a dream, this was a dream
This man, my lover, above me
Kissing me as he moved inside me
Outside it began to snow
Flakes like feathers floating
Down from angel wings
And I closed my eyes, lost
In the image of swirling snow
And the gliding of our bodies
01/28/2003 Posted on 01/28/2003
Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 11/21/09 at 06:33 PM wow. this describes that first time so amazingly. i mean. that feeling that this is going on, something so monumental, but in the end, the world is still moving all around. the build up to it is more important than the actual deed itself, as you've built it up here... i loved this |
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