First Time
Such exuberance and panache,
Tilting and lipping of the tongue,
A half smile and extension of the fingers,
Gave sway that you were seriously interested.
So when you suggested we go outside
I wasn't reluctant but brushed a shoulder
In a prelude of touching more eagerly.
Shadowed by the pool house you kissed me.
And I responded with my tongue between your lips,
And you caressed my denim covered cheeks.
I wanted then to drop the clothes, touch your nipples
And grind against your pelvis naked,
So I could feel your wiry-hair on mine
And your large hands rove between my legs.
February 27th 2005
This poem is © 2006 by Van der Brooke
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