The First Time

The first time I took her hand
It trembled faintly
Yet noticeably
Like a wild bird's fluttering heart
In the hand of its captor
The first time I kissed her
Her heart raced
And when I touched her skin
I felt her pounding heart
Through my fingers
The first time we made love
Was the first time
For us both
And in our passionate embraces
Our senses were over loaded
The first time
Became many times
Though we are older now
The passion is stronger
Our senses fine-tuned
We are one, soul mates
We share the same shadow

Half a Lifetime's Happiness

A poem about the first faltering footsteps of a relationship, with rapidly grows in physicality and intensity as the young lovers get into their stride and ultimately look back at their young selves.


Romantic Love Poems


Poems about First Love

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