Our first time...
We felt the heady promises of this, our first time
Lust had brought us here,
Lust would walk us through it.
The kiss began with tenderness
Soon abandoned as desire insinuated itself,
flowing in untamed waves from mouth, to nipples, to clit.
Our hands refused the deterrence of clothing
Shredding forever all that separated us from this, our first time
We gazed with greed at our nakedness…
At the mirrored tell-tale signs of insistent arousal
Nipples erect,
Hips undulating in simulation of this, our first time
Our flesh told the same story
Of want and need
Of the quest for crude and urgent liberation…
We moved as one to heated, breathy embrace…
evoking new sensations along slippery softness
Nights of self-touch,
of seeking solitary release in fantasy
had brought us to this place of knowledge.
Our strokes were sure and guided by the practice of a thousand dreams
of this, our first time.
We lay down in wonder…in lust
Surely bitches had never been this much in heat….
The pressure of pleasure had never been as outspoken
When alone we built our castles in the sky
plotting this, our first time.
Hands peeled back burning fires…
Bodies conversed, as our clits sought to bathe wantonly in liquid lust.
Our rhythm was rehearsed…yet motion demanded spontaneous exclamation
For the fulfillment of this, our first time,
was undiscovered oasis to our self-knowing flesh.
Like an orchestra inspired by none but Eros,
our waves crested as one.
Sated lust made its way down slick thighs, and slicker lower-lips
Aftershocks ripped through our bodies
As we contemplated the victory of our desire in this, our first time
It was lust that brought us here
And lust that walked us through…
But somehow we knew…
It is Love that would bring us back
After this, our first time.
