I found a poem I wrote in April of 2007. It's one of the oldest ones I have found that I have written. I do have some that pre-date that, but I have no clue where they are. This one is very rough and raw, but I think its important to show everything. So, here it is:


Is the moment.
Sweaty and exhaling with,
Eyes closed.
Inhaling I see it all.
Our naked bodies conform,
To each other like,
Pillow puzzles made of flax.
Maybe one day we might be,
Sticks. But for now,
It does not matter.
Grasping the moment tight-
Grasping you might-
Oops, I will be gentle and,
Caress your tender curves.

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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

Very passionate and intense... goes soft in the last lines... nice work...

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tobusiness 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Young love is mostly about the passion, the tenderness comes later. I really like the poem

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