Category Archives: Poetry

Young love

It wasn’t her looks
or the sway in her walk
The gloss of her eyes
or the way she talked

Difficult to explain
wanting her
Would drive me insane

Her eyes in my direction
With a puzzled look
Is she checking me out?
Has she misunderstood?

Then it’s the drinks in her hand
Our inability to stand
Hands clasped hand and hand
Myface beside the bed stand

That look in her eye
So close to me now
Lips and tongue, all mine
She’s pinning me down

Jeans sliding off clumsily
Heart pounding
Her fingers inside of me
Uncontainable screams
Excitedly

She’s lying beside me
My mind wanders
Analyzing what could be

Now we’re up
Asking if I want coffee
Two creams
One sugar
Feels like love to me

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