The First Time

Desire's flame, Fear's quiver, Anticipation's rule
Clouds darken, shadows lengthen, here begins the duel
The decision is hers, always has been, deciding her fate
The point of no return, or just sit back and wait

Temptation hangs like a peach on the tree
Juicy, luscious, tender, begging to be set free
Desire to touch, the need to take, tongue, teeth, lips
Sticky sweet juice will run from where the flesh rips

Eyes lock, lightning strikes, His hand cups her breast
A shuddered moan, thunder roars, she needs to feel the rest
Heart pounding, blood boiling, a parting of her thighs
His hand strokes lower, her breath stops, watching His eyes

His hand cups her womans place rubbing soft and low
Fingers tease, rub, caress, then plunge in one strong blow
Crying out, the rain starts, she needs, she wants more
Moaning, trembling, legs go weak, sinking to the floor

Hands slid up and cup her breast, tongue begins it's tease
Sucking, pulling, biting, owning, determined to please
Knees part, the head aligns, sliding slowly in
Crying out she arches, His knowing grin

Pulling back, driving in, He takes her to the edge
Sweating, moaning, eyes closed tight, teeters on the ledge
One more stroke and giving in to passions sweet ride
Grinding, shaking, moaning, free a world where lovers hide