First Love

I perch on the bed and feel your smile

You've made me wait a little while:

We sit together and something whispers

"You'll only ever, wish to be hers"

I see the fondness in your eyes

Glimmered hazel, a puppy dog size.

And I think I agree.

Your skins then beckons, bidding me bask

But still I have to ask:

Does whispered envy float in strands

Between your two most perfect hands,

As I hold the one so soft

And leave the other there aloft?

I see the left hand flourish green

Then reaching towards it, our bodies convene.

You legs touch me lightly:

I want to hold them tightly,

My eyes then falter and cannot linger

As you trace my palm, with your finger.

I see something bright:

A new perfect sight

Framed by fair and scented tips.

I see your most, vacant lips

And yet I think:

If we now just solely kissed,

Would you have, yearnings missed?

My inclinations are stretched wide

They want to love your every side.

Let these feelings between us dissolve

And spreading wide, no parts absolve.

You've started a fire

Of fierce desire.

You've set me alight,

Now make me bright.