first love

A bud of beauty new wine so sweet
flowered fields of purity pristine
to taste her lips that no kiss did greet
and hold her close in these arms of mine.

She smiles with warmth her need to fill
to hold him close to feel him near
they lay unclothed they share one will
words of love softly whispered  in ear.

Entwined together their bodies one
in passion wants and youth dispelled 
pleasure sought their thoughts are none
but of themselves their hearts in meld.