Plume-Paille

First Time His fingers dance upon my skin As he begs to be let in, His lips, so warm, tease my ear As his breath dances The fear disappears. Bodies close as close can be Not a thing between him and me. His kiss so soft, Tongue hot as fire, Coaxing my own to dance. With him inside, We lose track of time, Our hearts beat Through the pain To brand new, sweet pleasure. The first time of many, At this point, is done. I could lie here, Forever, In his arms, hot as the sun.

First Time His fingers dance upon my skin As he begs to be let in, His lips, so warm, tease my ear As his breath dances The fear disappears. Bodies close as close can be Not a thing between him and me. His kiss so soft, Tongue hot as fire, Coaxing my own to dance. With him inside, We lose track of time, Our hearts beat Through the pain To brand new, sweet pleasure. The first time of many, At this point, is done. I could lie here, Forever, In his arms, hot as the sun.