We lay embraced in a tangle
of limbs and flesh-
unclothed from head to toe
before each other's eyes
and you are clearly
shy-
no man has looked upon you
as I do now,
with eyes of both love and lust:
passion.
And I, rarely shy,
am slightly embarassed now-
affected by your innocence,
I blush-
I like you.
The moon climbs high
as the hour hand drifts lazily
up and around the clock-
our breaths heavy with the labor
of love,
like two dogs in heat-
panting,
and we are in the heat
of one another's passion,
kissing, touching;
shyness melting away
just as we melt into one another,
two people becoming one
and when its all said and done
we lay embraced in a tangle
of limbs and flesh,
I holding you as no man
has done before.
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