I trembled, the panic shredding the heartbeats <br />Halving the space, as the noise escalated <br />In a mild resemblance to cacophony <br />Taken over by a concoction of suspense, awe and fear <br />Like a first-time mother about to deliver a new born <br /> <br />For love elevates your heart to a stage <br />Your grail of perfection, even in the consummation of a kiss <br />And then shifts to the body, the tide, the flow and the ebb of bliss <br />For the mind that races before the body <br />Is plagued by the interdependence of love and fear <br /> <br />For the love that is rare and mythical <br />Two virgins on one lofty mattress <br />Is the soul of an eclipse, the consummation of the sun and the moon <br />For the man that endures the fear, soaks in the suspense and lingers in awe <br />Will discover the cradle of bliss <br />And with time, the body will metamorphose to the routines of the flesh <br /> <br />Love is a symbiosis <br />And so is fear <br />One body cradled by another <br />To discover the soul of bliss <br />For the enactment of the legacy of testosterone <br />Is pacified by the serenity of estrogen <br /> <br />For each man on the stage of love <br />Needs the sedation of a woman <br />To groom his body <br />To the endless possibilities of the night <br />For what lust overcomes <br />Confidence regains, for perpetuation in time<br /><br />Dilantha Gunawardana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-time-a-male-perspective/
