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**...Awakenings By Jude Kyrie** *The summer heat seared the sand like fire. She walked by me stopping at my Cabana. May I she asked? So young lithe and beautiful. Of course I say but the breaking waves and sea breeze whisper Danger Beware Beware Beware. I have not yet tasted the pleasures of a woman. Can this be the time? The time for me. My racing heart whispers Quietly softly be still. The salty sea breezes speak Let it be it’s your time Let it be. Later I writhed under her. Between heaven and the sand. My hand holding hers As she led me through the door of manhood. My boyhood left me draining into her as I cried out in its irrecoverable loss. The waves rolled relentlessly breaking on the shore. Undulating to her rhythm I feel her soft gentle gifts aching inside my body is this it is this it? My soul asks Then the roar of the crashing waves on the rocky shore. The tender moment As close as two humans can be. Emotions older than time itself. I hold her as a lover She rises from me almost shyly and says Thank you A seabird cries above Don’t leave , Don’t Leave. But her footprints are washing away in the foam. Just her indelible memory remains Imprinted forever like a tattoo on my young heart.*
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Awakenings...the first time
**...Awakenings By Jude Kyrie** *The summer heat seared the sand like fire. She walked by me stopping at my Cabana. May I she asked? So young lithe and beautiful. Of course I say but the breaking waves and sea breeze whisper Danger Beware Beware Beware. I have not yet tasted the pleasures of a woman. Can this be the time? The time for me. My racing heart whispers Quietly softly be still. The salty sea breezes speak Let it be it’s your time Let it be. Later I writhed under her. Between heaven and the sand. My hand holding hers As she led me through the door of manhood. My boyhood left me draining into her as I cried out in its irrecoverable loss. The waves rolled relentlessly breaking on the shore. Undulating to her rhythm I feel her soft gentle gifts aching inside my body is this it is this it? My soul asks Then the roar of the crashing waves on the rocky shore. The tender moment As close as two humans can be. Emotions older than time itself. I hold her as a lover She rises from me almost shyly and says Thank you A seabird cries above Don’t leave , Don’t Leave. But her footprints are washing away in the foam. Just her indelible memory remains Imprinted forever like a tattoo on my young heart.*
ahhhhhh ..the sweet bird of youth Jude
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
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