young and wild
the evening mild
the canyon breeze whispered
her body sexy and exciting
my hot blood
boiling
her breasts
a rhythm of their own
my hands wandered
touched
felt their first flesh of a woman
I held her close
kissing the kiss
of inexperience
she pulled away
my kiss not exciting
it wedged us apart
her words not kind
a bruise on my soul
my ego close behind
years of doubt
were her gift to me
not wanting to believe
my kiss would ever
conceive
the love of a women
then a beach
a new love and I
strolled hand in hand
our toes awash
in cool soothing surf
a squeeze of the hand
a soft hug
our bodies gently caressing
our senses as one
her tender lips
looked up to mine
they brushed and held
and tasted so sweet
she held me tight
breathing
ever so slight
your kiss is soft and tender
and
taste so good
words so needed
to restore
my wounded
ego
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