First Kiss.
First night, first kiss, eyes smouldering, promises of heavenly bliss,
Glide me to her bed that I might show her the worship I can!
Beauty in blindness I see, sensuality strokes the need within me,
God made her skin so soft; truly she is the Holy Grail.
The cup of life drinks me in, that I might sin to the needs of its thirst,
Her I found, perfect, feminine, perfumed to convince my lust,
Coffee to caresses, breath undresses as it pants to minds illusions,
Naked I never saw such perfection, even as my eyes are closed to ecstasy,
Touch desire, formed in fingers need to caress in gentle asking?
Man of me dilates to yearnings deep within her.
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