By fire side, a lover

I remember. Too many, beautiful things. They are terrible to remember, and terrible to forget.

Did cracking fire breed desire, the darkness in the night?

Were hands my own, my tools untoward, a fumbling without sight?

        No...
"It's your turn. Ask me a question." I said.

"Okay...” She said, “How far have you gone with a girl?"

"Uh... As far as there is to go I guess. You?"

"Would you be put off if I said I'd never had my first kiss?"

"We could fix that." I said.

What balance sits on virgin chin, the quivering of the lips.
The hesitation, slight in fact, as tongues begin to slip.
A muted move of tepid type, slowed the rising appetite,
And still persist, a finger twist, unlatching for the sight.

"Wow, you're really good at that."

"I've uh... had some practice.”

Tight buds, almond on cream. Subtle the swell of b cup breasts, ripe for the touch.
And did they respond, and did they alight, to whispered thrill and ministration.
To torpor now I bid goodbye, a vestige last of alibi
As in the night so did I play with heightened buds on almond cream.

And did she arch, her spine convex, and were her moans so loud?
On the beach and by the fire, in sand as soft as cloud.
Rise I did from passion's pit to stand upon the shore,
And risen still my iron mast, awaiting touch and more.

"Do you know what to do?"

"I've seen a few videos." She said.

And gnash did teeth of metal fine as one by one she did unwind
The bindings of a greater beast, the lust, the love twas hidden neath
And spill it did from binding's last, bobbing free iconoclast
8 inches steel for pleasured pair, a reeling in the summer air.

"Oh God that's good. You're sure you haven't done this before?"

"Haha, noooo... I'm doing okay though?"

"Perfect. You're perfect."

We walked the beach. Split silver by the moonlight and in my heart I thought myself lunatic.
Star scrying in the black brought down to two.
Her flip flops crunched on the shells. Sand sifted through my toes. Silver souls in silent nights, our hearts pooled over the water. And in the morning of my memory she gave me the greatest day of my life.

Quiet ache from stiff position, I had slept behind her on a couch in a basement that was not hers, was not mine, belonging to a friend whose name I do not care to remember. She wore my sweatshirt. My feet tread bare on the cold gray matter. Someone offered me a cup of coffee and I waited for her to rise.

Threshold met in aether morn, God rays through the trees,
Binding soul to flesh made full, animal machine.
Sentinel in dewfall, imbibe I did the mist
Coffee crisp like winter, until I found a kiss

Upon my cheek and arms wrapped round, nymphette in the sun
She said to me “Good Morning.” I felt my heart undone.
In the morning of my memory, I knew her.
In the morning of my memory, she loved me.

We eloped through the forest, eloped through the trees
Upon a swaying boat deck, eloped in the breeze.
Touch by finger filament, touch by touch alone
Across the cloth we touched, on beach where sunshine shone.

I held her in time. On the beach where love did not end and two were manifold.
We tasted torpor, age in the afternoon. Strength sapped from long limbs, we bathed within the light. A quiet kiss. Once. Lingering, and gone.

Surgeon take my mem’ries, I’ll need them ne’er again
Pine do I for time gone by, ever lost my friends
And once in time I knew her, once in time I Loved
I’ll miss her oh my soul, until we meet above.