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Click hereMy head rests upon
the naked bosom of my friend
Listening
to the rhythm of her heart
rapid with anticipation, with fear
with a tingle of excitement
My arms embrace my friend
for security and comfort
In calming
my own fears and failures
to love my friend
as more
My hands caress her satin skin
in awkward notion
Drinking in
the scent of a field
of wild flowers
blowing in the wind
My lips kiss upon hers
gingerly
Relaxing
my heart overcomes
my mind
my friend, before my love
Her nakedness not perverse
a beautiful form of art
all its own
Flowing like
the wind
beneath an angel’s wings
My kisses search for nectar
upon her bosom
Like a baby
nurturing for food
my lips
circling her heart
Her voice is silent
unable to break a whisper
Only the sound
of air
through an escaping sigh
is heard
Her body begins to tremble
with fear? with excitement?
Rising
the storm moves south
to the plains
between motherhood and woman hood
My lips kiss upon her
with a warm glow
Caressing wherein
will lie two pasts
one present
one future
Our lips meet
for a taste
richer than chocolate
The flower
of her being
drank by the bee
Her embrace tightens
as we join together in unison
Becoming one
in heart and soul
mind and body
passing the point of no return
Friends, before loves
Nicely descriptive of soft caresses, the words almost becoming caresses themselves.