Upon finding The One

I should have paid more attention

Memorised each touch and caress

The taste of your lips the curve of your hips

Your bare thigh under your dress

I should remember the heat

Of your breath at the back of my ear

Nothing opaque or inscrutable.

Your hand taking mine to the divine

Giving me the OK, irrefutable.

As my fingers found your wetness

And you moaned an encouraging Yes

I should have made note in my mind

Of that moment forever, I guess.

I don't have a clear recollection

Of fumbling out of our clothes

Or the way you held my erection

I wish now, I did, I suppose.

And how your insides engulfed me

For not noting it, I am to blame

Your pussy like so many others

All different, yet always the same.

Yet in the heat of the moment

I knew this was something sublime

And should have paid more attention

For this was my last first time.

I knew I was one of the many of your firsts.
The way you whispered into my ears
has said it all.

We may all be different,
yet, always the same.
A bruised soul
wandering to feel life again.
And you were so good
in giving me just that.

I knew I was one of the many of your firsts.
The hurried fumbling out of clothes,
The way your hand travelled from my neck,
my breasts, my tummy, and my thighs
said it all.

We may all be different,
yet, always the same.
Aching for hungry kisses,
panting for more caress.

I hope you knew
you were also the first
who tried to trace
the fine lines on my face,
the moles on my curves,
the tightness of my folds.

I hope you knew
That when I led you
to the divine,
I was praying
the whole time.

@dcalguy, I responded to your beautiful poetry from the muse's POV. I hope you don't mind.

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@dcalguy, I responded to your beautiful poetry on the muse's POV. I hope you don't mind.

Glad you liked it enough to be inspired to write a quality sequel :)

By 'praying the whole time,' I assume you meant that you were screaming "Oh God!" in an encouraging manner.

Well, I will leave it to the reader's imagination.

I was actually thinking that the muse was 'seriously hoping' that the encounter was more than the intertwining of their bodies, responding to what you wrote:

Yet in the heat of the moment

I knew this was something sublime

And should have paid more attention

For this was my last first time.