First Time

First Time

bright silvery moonlight

reflects softly against pale skin

Let me see you he whispers gently behind her

She turns hands hiding her breasts womanhood

He sees her blush smiles tenderly

Whats wrong

I am not beautiful she trembles

You are to me he breathes

he holds out his hand

she takes a hesitant step toward him

his hand remains out-stretched patient

her embarrassment

he takes her hands

lowers them to her sides

his fingers trace each curve

her flesh warms

his hands dance

skin so soft

rose petals

finding places

she cannot bear to look

in the light of day

his eyes worship

the woman she is

exalted

in his love

forgets

becomes

all He desires

©DCkahlana

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