The First Time...

"...ever I saw your face..." ~ Celine Dion

This is a poem from a collection I originally wrote in 2014, entitled "Metamorphosis." I've been trying to re-publish it under my pseudonym, but Amazon is being a pain. I've always preferred intimacy to sex. Sex is fun, but intimacy makes it infinitely better.

Caught by surprise,

our lips met in the silence of the night,

as you pulled me close to you,

and we fell, one single unit,

backward onto the bed.

I'd been yearning for your touch,

wanting to feel you inside of me,

but my nerves had kept me

glued to my seat, smiling like a fool,

imagining what I wanted to be real.

Imagining your lips, your tongue,

caressing my skin,

the intensity on your face

as your mouth enveloped my breast,

the way my back arched

when you thrust yourself into me.

In the end though,

it was so much better than I'd dreamed,

being wrapped in your arms,

bathing in the heat in your eyes,

my body instantly craving more.

I didn't think it could get any better,

but I was wrong,

because the first time I looked over

and saw you sleeping peacefully next to me

was a moment of true beauty;

a moment I could've stayed in forever.