Poetry Blog by Brian Maryon (First)

Our First Time

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We were up on the hills

She had gone very quiet

I instinctively knew that the time was right

I kissed her with passion as a lover might

 

I took off my shirt

Her nostrils flared

I ran my fingers through her golden hair

We gently made love in the open air

 

The encounter was brief

with minimal foreplay

I spoke to her softly; she had little to say

She blea...

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