The passing gust whispers your name,
the crashing waves chants our tale,
in the light of the fading sun
your perfection comes alive
a hundred times over, a million times too real.
every touch, every breath, every glance
has come down to this.
Baby, I shiver
your name a prayer on my lips.
The chills of the darkening eve
caresses my uncovered skin,
touching the untouchable
the coveted masterpiece finally revealed.
I relish in your heat
as your expert body
navigates my virgin curves,
an inferno building within me
threatening to consume me.
your taunting pull
ravishing my transitional core
with each thrust you borrow deeper
and I sip hatter for the first time,
wrapped around you, lost in heaven,
your name a chant, a prayer, a cry,
and finally a sigh, erupting from my lips.
My tight taunt body
relaxes itself, lithe and warm
leaving behind the inexperience of a girl
and embracing the salacious next phase.