I hesitated as I touched her legs <br />And she coaxed me on as if she could sense <br />The inexperience of a fifteen year old boy <br />I ran my hand along her smooth body and I became afraid <br />But she held on to my hand and guided me to her cleft <br />And as my hand touched that split, I felt my emotions rising. <br />She took me in her arms and I held on tight <br />I hugged her to me with all my strength my body as tight a spring trap <br />But I soon relaxed as she led me on that climb <br />She anticipated my every move <br />And as I grappled with her rocky breasts I felt a joy I had never had before <br />I heaved and humped as I got my rhythm <br />And my boyish fears were cast aside as we became one. <br />I gave her my spirit, I gave her my soul, and I gave her my whole being <br />And as my climb reached its climax, I felt that roaring sensation of ecstasy that I shouted out. <br />And the joy that I felt can only be imagined. <br />Yes, that was the first of my many climbs <br />On that mountain that overshadowed my village back home in Lesotho<br /><br />Mpho Petrus Manwedi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-climb/
