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On The Cusps Of Rhapsody.

Updated on March 9, 2017


On The Cusp Of Rhapsody

  ©  -MFB III


She was all
the more ravishing
because she was shy.

Like a baby rabbit quivering
when touched by human hands
for the first time,
her hand trembled as I
took it in mine.

The soft down of her flesh
was such a high for me
as I asked her
to couples skate.

Her blush a crimson rush
to her fair cheeks,
and then we whirled,
over maple woods,
like two souls launched
into the unknown,
and soon her smile warmed me.

It was challenge to open her up
like some gift of the gods,
our first kiss an awkward
collision of passion explored,
for her but for me,
a blissful eternity.

Eventually we were lovers,
but just to the point
of preserving her innocence.

For I was no beast of lust,
and she was a fragile orchid,
her inner beauty lay un-plucked
from what was not mine to take.

We parted after many months
of long succulent kisses
and caresses that rivaled,
any consummation

usually enjoyed.

She haunts me still,
the what if's deliciously
come round in the wee hours
to rouse me with wonder
at all the possibilities
I left unexplored.


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    • cupid51 profile image

      cupid51 7 years ago from INDIA

      What an expression! I love it.

    • Micky Dee profile image

      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Alas- I too wonder! Thanks