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Nov 2014
It was all there, and it was real,
It was my first and I thought it beautiful,
Then we closed our eyes, and it happened again,
What was real? I couldn't quite comprehend.

Then I felt it,
The hunger, the pain for more,
I captured his lips with mine,
And away we went to another place.

I hadn't confessed,
I'm telling you it was he,
But he was soft and gentle,
Not judging like many would be.

So I sat still as he kissed my lips, my neck,
Then travelling up to my forehead and my cheeks,
When we opened our eyes again, it was like gazing into a river,
Our eyes were so close I could see the rings and shades
multicoloured blues,
I never noticed that before.

Then there was a twinkle in his eyes, and he burst out laughing,
I joined him, mixing my fingers in his,
He stroked my hair, and kissed me again,
This time though, as though he would never let go,
But I liked it, his arms around me and his shoulder to my ear,
We fit perfectly together,
And that's all I needed to hear.
Written by
Beatrice Prior  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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     Erenn, --- and Beatrice Prior
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