Our noses brushed,
when no-one else
had really touched me,
eyes pressing ifs
across each other's lips
for a kiss
soon so wet and fumbled,
I could forget the flaws
for the smile,
that begged to apologise;
so excited
yet nervous, for the experience
I barely knew to give;
lust so new upon the bus,
your hands took my direction,
as hips moved
and changed
between our breath,
and shook like right were left,
a bump and grind
that in three years time,
grew to searching love.
Please tell me what you think
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I like this too. I like the layout of this piece. You imagery is really good in this. Keep writing, you have something.
All the best
Wayne
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a bump and grind
that in three years time,
grew to deepest love.
Hey I love the twists in the lines..a heart warming and nice sentimets here..well done..and thanks for the beautiful poem for my contest... -
Your piece was stronger towards the end.
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