First Love.
I see
butterscotch evenings,
sky honied in given kisses,
last light unfrocking
need as sea\'s coverlet hides beach
in caramel-sweetness.
I see
clandestine meetings,
desire dusted with toffee-tints,
pink cheeks shy-touched,
coloured in cherry-lipped passion,
of love begun in secrecy.
I see
Treacle-soft yieldings,
sighs sugared in vows, trying
each offered treasure,
upturning delectable when shared
were new intimate feelings.
I see.
Chocolate-smooth dreaming
invading two hearts with romance
sweetened by youth\'s
sacred exchanges, innocence tasting
first-love\'s discreetness.