The First Time

Poem By Sandra Osborne

Sitting around a musty hotel,
Drinking a musky muscatel,
I saw her uncovered shimmering shine,
And I smiled a longing wanting smile,
My head was swimming with the wine,
For it was in truth, my very first time.

She had curvy curves and forbidden swells,
She had lips and hips and heat as well,
And exploring love, and drinking wine,
With giggles and smiles, we lost our minds,
I was hers and she was mine,
And both of us knew
It was for the first time.

We lay loving close, two southern Bells,
Then of her perfume, I did smell,
An arousing raised aroma, red.
So we crossed the forbidden hidden line,
And both of us knew
It was for the first time

Such beauty there, no words could tell,
More beauty than I’d ever held,
And as we loved together then,
We thought no thoughts of worldly sin,
And breathing fast at a dizzying height
We discovered love’s first time that night.

Comments about The First Time

A 10 ++ from me, Sandra. A beautiful, open and honest declaration of love. Chrissie
Great stuff, Sandra. Wish I could have been there (would have sent the other one home) . H
That is stunning, Sandra, almost the classic statement. Beautiful.
Wow Sandra, this is full of passion and power. Very well done. Kenneth

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