She Remembers
By dianes
She sits back in her chair, Closes her eyes and opens her mind, Taking her back to a happier time. One filled with love, One filled with laughter, One filled with desire. Her mind takes her back, A smile plays across her face, She can almost picture him there before her. He young and vibrant, So full of hope, So full of life. She young and naive, So beautiful, Wanting to have what life had to offer. Laughter and friendship growing, All that summer he wooed her, Soft words of love. He knowing not to push her to far, Gently leading her along love’s path, She taking his hand in trust. He wanting more, The smell of her skin, The feel of her body against his. She wanting more, But afraid, Not knowing if she would please. Love had cast its spell, The tender kisses now got longer, The gentle touches more demanding. Their passion lit aflame, Bodies of desire, Causing flames to keep rising. One night their needs overtook them, Taking them to places unknown, A place the two would claim for their own. His hand nervously roaming over her firm breasts, Her shivering with excitement from his touch, Their bodies craving for each other. He looks into her eyes for her consent, She looking at him through lowered lashes, Both knowing the answer was yes. He led her oh so gently, To the bedroom on that day, Laid down next to her and said it would be okay. Her breasts already exposed, His lips and hands explored them, Lower did they go. He waited for her reaction, To each touch and kiss he gave, Finally, tasting the sweet juices that he craved. Her hands start to wander, In her passion did go, Finally touching his need. She fondles and she strokes him, Feeling his hardness grow, Oh how she loved him so. Their bodies pressed together, Hearts beating just as one, Their union had begun. His words of love in her ears, Her soft moans in his, Such sweet bliss. Hips rising, Bodies thrusting, Hands clenching. A loud gasp and a shuttered moan, To passions peak, They had flown. She opens her eyes, She shuts the door, Memories to hold, forever more. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 11:53 AM PST 0 • 16
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