Isabella: My First Taste

Isabella: My First Taste

I didn't know what to do
When I got what I wanted:
You. My breath staggered
Deep in my chest,
As you unclasped
Your swim top.
Beads of water dripping
From your upturned breasts --
So beautiful, so petite,
So unlike my own.
You smiled, ran fingers
Through brown hair,
Eyes laughing at me.

How did you know?

Did I stare too long
As you rubbed lotion
Up your slender legs,
Massaged your tummy,
Slid circles over shoulders,
Dipped fingers under the tight,
White deltas of your bikini?
Did the fierce blue excitement
In my eyes betray me?
And why, God why, do you taunt me?

You stepped forward,
Grasped my downcast chin,
And pulled me into your gaze --
Serious brown eyes, on fire.
I felt your rapid breath as your
Chest brushed against mine.
"Isabella," I whispered.
You silenced me with your lips.

Isabella:
Your lips
Your tongue
Your eyelashes against my cheek
Your fingers down my back
Your hips nestled in mine.

Isabella:
I don't know what to do.
There was only me
And you
And everything
I wanted.
But it was so new, too new.
I was scared,
Alive, trembling
In your arms,
Aching.

You pulled away from me.
It's over...
I was wrong
To think
This could ever be.

Your fingers
Ran down my arms,
As you stepped back.
You held my hands
Eased them over your breasts:
Smooth,
Firm,
Tender.
Your hands dropped away;
My fingers remained,
Caressing your small mounds,
Feeling your heart beat within,
Tracing swirls over taunt nipples.

Desire owned me, lead me.
My tongue followed
My fingers' path, twisting and
Twirling over your pinkness.
Tasting
Water, salt, lotion.
Tasting you.