It began as a quest for fresh words
To express this feeling you had never
Felt before, but you were eighteen:
Your syllables twisted themselves out of shape–
You could hear bells tolling inside your head
Warning you not to make a fool of yourself.
You could not let the grass grow under your feet
And so you allowed those three well-brewed words to tumble out
Before she pinched your cheeks and pouted yes.
And soon time found you with your arms encircling her waist:
Your deep, self-satisfying breath
Massaging the soft nape of her lovely neck.
How romantic, sensual and beautiful!
Thank you very much, Kamlesh.
hmmm… 🙂 simply romantic… 🙂
Thank you, Suzette.
A tender recital, Vijay Sir.. 🙂
Heart-felt!!
Thank you, Monika
The accolade,exquisite is I believe appropriate.
Thank you very much, Louis.
The trepidation and tenderness of first love beautifully crystallized in a poem. superb.
Thank you so much, dear Madhu.