From your eyes the scorch of an angel
Words, feathered, pronounced on my skin
Caressed more lightly than fingertips could
Sexed without trace of a sin
Eyed by two green and a soul search
Two hazel stared in return
Glint upon glint sparking arrows
That’s where our love-life began
Voice bathed my flesh and it shivered
Washed me in words welcomed, warm
Filled up my core and delivered
Heat from a new-risen sun
Irises reached, enlarged pupils,
Signs of what still had to come
First look, first words, were the herald
Of a sex life that’s been second to none!
I was tagged by Jessica to write a sexy poem for Sexy Poetry Day. But I’m obviously still a fourteen year old when it comes to talking about sex – I can’t help giggling.
Regardless, I dedicate this poem to my better half who, despite life’s marital ups and downs, still rocks my boat and makes me giggle. I was nineteen when we first met, he with my oldest brother, me with my mum. Sparks flew from the get-go, which was a tad embarrassing all round. He was warned off by my brother, me by my mum! But love will out. Sparks will fly. And sex requires some giggling, I’ve always felt. Think about it. Heaven sure has a sense of humour. You couldn’t make it up yourself!
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