Like A Rose
I remember the softness of her
As she welcomed me into manhood.
It was in the spring of my life,
When tomorrow still seemed so far away
And yesterday was but a dream
Beginning to fade away.
Her fingers tugged at my clothes,
Peeling them off my body
Until I was as naked as my soul
And as innocent as well.
I felt myself dying inside,
A part of my history never retold.
Still the softness of her kiss
Was like the first spring rose.
She had allowed me the knowledge…
Of her sweet Ambrosia scent,
And I would drown in it,
Drink it as if it were wine.
I felt my manhood calling out to her
She welcomed it with butterfly kisses
Stirring fires I could not hide.
Chills that would dance within my body
My hands trembled with anticipation,
When I playfully cupped her breast.
I was amazed how nipples grew harder,
And listened to her breath start to race.
I felt myself consumed by her passion..,
Falling into a sea born of our desires…
But I didn’t know what to do…
I was the student, she was my teacher..,
And her lessons were of love, lust and desire.
Her lips drew me in…
She was so soft, so warm and inviting.
And my body would dance
To the music of her being….
She nursed on me gently,
Then faster, with greater desire.
I was so afraid to move,
Not even knowing how.
She kissed it so softly as she let it go,
Another shiver raced through my soul.
Gingerly she moved over my body,
Mounting the whole of my being.
I knew then how my passion would be spent.
As my manhood reached deeper into her
Our eyes met and I saw all my tomorrows..
Reflecting back from her eyes.
I even saw the innocence in this gift
She had sought to share with me.
It hurt in some ways, it was my first time,
This pleasant pain of renewing pleasures
As s my seed danced within her.
I felt myself die in her arms,
But I never felt so spent, so aware, so alive.
The softness of her body became my blanket,
And I had cradled my body next to he’s.
In the morning she'll smile at me again,
I found the beauty of her again…
The beauty of a rose.