With special Thanks to "Helen Smith"


It was the cool day of January
I was at a short Journey
She stood alone
My desire crawled up the fringes of her gown
I thought for a while...and then
I caught her from her gown
And push her face down
Her eyes fluttered with fear
And the excitement of thousands of years
She did not know what to do
Just stood silent until I do
Her body moved to the rhythm of the day
Nipples hard in the chilly mourn...
Her first kiss
Her first taste of
LOVE
Shivering with a joy and licking the lips
Mourned with a fear and kissing the cheeks
She was happy with just a single kiss
But want more, more and more...................

I love to nice poetry.

Kathleen Blake

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee