Our First Moment

@ Uootem 2002

Empty bottle of reddened spirits
                languidly making the night more intense
as inhabitions find no boundaries uncrossed.

Silk strewn across the floor
                from where our waltz began
cotton cast aside just as urgently.

Dim light of white candles teasing
                eyes feasting on the vision before them
drowning in the elixir of spontaneous release.
               
Hands eager to touch, to feel, to experience
              our passion, a moment where time slows
to the rhythm of sympathetic music seducing all that hear.

Tongues moving without sound
              whisperings of hearts being echoed within
aria of our souls heard loud and clear in silence.

Our first -- soft, sweet and gentle
              caressing skin as supple as your femininity
back arching in response to the hunger made known.

Our first -- intense, salty, and wild
              heat rising as quickly as my masculinity
movement, a pause, both with urgency and need.

A night to remember through a lifetime union
                bodies wrapped up in our love forever
never ending, never losing, everlasting-- first love.