FIRST LOVE
Submitting to his wisdoms calling
love with candour newly found
expressed without a manuscript
she heard his every word.
And though his life a wilderness
his heart in turmoil raced and gained
with all antipathy deserted
precious feelings slowly stirred.
His trembling hand he pressed in hers
their bodies met in nervous touch
despite as yet no skill employed
all past life sank and new began.
With instinct guiding first embrace
the meeting of their virgin lips
surpassing every lustful dream
that night he was a man.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Super write. Innocence lost.
And maturity gained - thanks Andy
A fine write M. Oohh that's me that is - me trembling hand, in me sheltered life. Was he a mouse before, and not a man?! heehee.
He was a house mouse but he was fully trained. Thanks O
Tenderest words to describe the feeling of a first love Michael - lovely read - we must think in tandem as I posted a piece of work yesterday on the same subject and with the same title. -- ha ha Great minds etc eh ?
Just checked it out and realised I missed it - sorry Fay - I'll have a read now and thanks for your kind words.
Beautiful account of coming of age.
Great write.
Mugsdaddy
Thank you M
If you can claim
Her current bun
You too will
Be a MAN my SON !
Thanks for caring & sharing Michael lovely Poem
and a tantilising SILLY WET !
Please check "Say it with Flowers"
Yours BRIAN
Wonderful poem of innocence in that first kiss , becoming a man ....
Thanks Bill
Cor! So sweet and charming. Wasn't like that for me in the first love stakes. I bet most of us men were too confused with our approaching adulthood and machismo to be sweetly romantic at such tender years. That stuff arrived later for me. I enjoyed reading this beautifully written piece.
Cheers dusk - my very first encounter was on a caravan park on the Isle of Wight - think I'd rather forget it.
I love your poem Michael. Specially because it is written by a man. It is nice to see the male vision of first love. Or first sexual experience. We women, when young think that men always knows how to make love and it is not true. Men are not born with experience in sex. It must be hard in the beginning for a man to guide. Thanks for this.
Thanks Malu. I must admit that my first experience was more embarrassing than tender or sensual (oh so many years ago) but that did come later - thankfully.
Beautiful expression of a male's first sexual experience, Michael ... a component of 'becoming a man', but I would question it being the definition of achieving 'manhood'. It depends on one's definition of what being a 'man' entails, as opposed to being a grown-up boy. Don't mean to nit-pic ... I love the poem!
Thanks Louis. That's how he felt - whether or not he had achieved manhood was for others to judge.
Point well taken.
As they say, the first cut is the deepest. Very well written Michael, thanks for sharing. ; )
My pleasure - thanks for looing in and commenting.
That pleasure was all mine. ; )
Excellent poem Michael! So very well written! I just love the last stanza. Tender moments of a first love--you really described it well!
Ah thank you Christina
Beautifully written poem, Michael. Made me remember my first time!
It's funny how you never forget - thanks Fred.
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