Her lips, soft, sweet, and scarlet, as a summer kissed strawberry. Her eyes twinkle with a smile, as enticing as a cool, babbling brook, on a hot sultry July day. We held each others hand, walking barefoot along the lake.
At the county fair, my heart beating like a big bass drum, I kissed those lips, both hers and mine were dry with youthful nervousness and innocence.
Yet she smiled , a smile that could cause a heart to near burst. Her finger brushed at my cheek as if to tell me it was more than she expected. ~~~~~ Who would know the carnal mistress? That has burned her brand into my soul.
[This message was edited by ohsteve on 10-25-08 at 04:54 PM.]
Posts: 1296 | Location: ohio ( or somewhere in the twilight zone) | Registered: 11-06-04
We all remember the first kiss, maybe not the very first but the first that meant this is for real, this is the girl I will spend my life with. Your poem had that meaning for me.
Jack
Posts: 1664 | Location: foristell, Mo. USA | Registered: 08-18-01
It was wonderful to be taken back to a first kiss moment through your words, Steve.
Lovely!
ps. Steve you need to add a dividing line to your signature lines to make sure they are separated from your poems. Sometimes they throw you right out of the moment by accidently reading them into your poems, which is a shame.
Posts: 3724 | Location: Brisbane, Australia | Registered: 07-26-02
Jack, EE, Lilred, thanks for reading,enjoying, and the comments. This was not the way my first kiss went...lol, just they way I wish it had, mine was still enjoyable but much different. Steve
Who would know the carnal mistress? That has burned her brand into my soul.
Posts: 1296 | Location: ohio ( or somewhere in the twilight zone) | Registered: 11-06-04
