First Night

His eyes glowed like candle light,

Soft, but they lit up the room.

His skin, his hair, were soft;

They made their own perfume.

 

His touch was more gentle than

Rose petals on the bed,

And I was willing to follow

Wherever he led.

 

That first night we slept together

I watched as he breathed,

Spooned to his back,

Never wanting to leave.

 

He lightened my heart

And he sent it aloft,

Brushed his lips ‘crost my neck,

Gentle and soft.

 

Wrapped in the blankets,

Wrapped in our skin,

Soft were the feelings

Without and within.

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