Sitting around a musty hotel, <br />Drinking a musky muscatel, <br />I saw her uncovered shimmering shine, <br />And I smiled a longing wanting smile, <br />My head was swimming with the wine, <br />For it was in truth, my very first time. <br /> <br />She had curvy curves and forbidden swells, <br />She had lips and hips and heat as well, <br />And exploring love, and drinking wine, <br />With giggles and smiles, we lost our minds, <br />I was hers and she was mine, <br />And both of us knew <br />It was for the first time. <br /> <br />We lay loving close, two southern Bells, <br />Then of her perfume, I did smell, <br />An arousing raised aroma, red. <br />So we crossed the forbidden hidden line, <br />And both of us knew <br />It was for the first time <br /> <br />Such beauty there, no words could tell, <br />More beauty than I’d ever held, <br />And as we loved together then, <br />We thought no thoughts of worldly sin, <br />And breathing fast at a dizzying height <br />We discovered love’s first time that night.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-time/
