And so it begins . . .
by Christopher J. Jarmick

She opens her body
vulnerable, not so afraid of him
but of herself, willing to give anything
at least this time, to a lover
she is still getting to know.

FEMALE:
(Why am I willing to give
This much to him, what foolish,
little girl princess fallacy, fairy
tale is this? What trickery of
the male ego is manipulating
me, yet again?... oh but I feel so
alive….I am weak for his touch.)

Male:
The feeling is both exhilarating
and scary, exciting, daring
and utterly necessary.

She slides past yellow lights
believing something or someone is
watching over her, protecting her
and if not, . . .
well too late to worry now.

She lowers her eye lids
purses her lips,
a smile,
almost a dare to her lover
to explore her as he desires,
to show her what he has got,
to take her as he pleases.

Her guard is down
he can touch her,
pinch her,
nibble on her
anyway he likes.

And when he does,
she responds with meows,
and purrs and coos and moans
and deep sensual breaths.
Her eyes roll, her tongue slips
out our her mouth.
She is in this moment
a goddess of pleasure.

And he worships at her alter
being more careful then he needs to be,
almost more careful then she wants him to be,
but its a nearly perfect slow sensuous dance,
He can feel her body responding,
and he can imagine what she is needing next.
He takes a chance, moves in a way he never moved before,
touches in a way he never dared touch before,
and she floods him with juices
and squeezes him, like no one
he has ever been with has ever done before.

They look deep into each others eyes, vulnerable
in their heated passions
in wonderful, dangerous ways.
She smiles, ready for more
they both know

he has only just begun....