Her eyes stared deep into his own And the starry galaxies within each Spun crescendo, a little faster, About the axis of their hearts. Twas then, when her shirt collar Slipped to reveal her soft shoulder skin, And the subtle line of the clavicle within, That his eyes wandered, And she blushed. He was fully enticed By her then, and needed to feel her soul. And so gave the first kiss, of their first time, Planting euphoria on her collarbone.
It's funny that, even though I wrote poems like this, and ****** poetry, I'm in all reality a ****** in the practice of celibacy Kinda odd I think. Let me know what you all think