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Click hereOthers came before you
just experiments really
You were my first true love
played around before
but never all the way
I’ll never forget that night
the soft orange glow
from a space heater
caressed our skin
highlighted your eyes
as you looked into mine
and I knew I would love you
forever
I still do, you know
though we are connected
only by fiber optics
world wide web
electronic mail
Sometimes you come to me
in my mind
Sometimes I come for you
by my hand
as you thrust into me
nothing between us
but your cock
and a soft orange glow
That's the sort of emotion I feel for my first true love. I enjoyed this because of its wit and elegance. Thank you for sharing. :)
of a long distance e-relationship. John Prine's "Donald and Lydia" came to mind.
I loved this. It is subtle, understated, properly poetic - then those last lines deliver an erotic shock. Beautiful.
Having seen other comments, I can only say that I am of the school of thought that says you need the cock to be in (sorry).
I don't understand the complaints about the last stanza. I can't imagine the poem without the last stanza just like it is. I also can't imagine love without lust, erotism without raunchy. There are other erogenous zones besides the mind.
I feel our first loves, crushes, infatuations, intense erotic experiences sear something into our memory, wire us up in ways that we never forget. The coils of a space heater thus make a good image in my mind for this.... not as cliched as the glow of a fire. The poem hit the right notes for me.
I find the final stanza to break the mood.
I would prefer something gentler such as:
"Sometimes you come to me
in my mind
Sometimes I come for you
by my hand
there is nothing between us
as you thrust
but a soft orange glow"
Drop the second to last line, and I think it's perfect...you'd better consult Charlie first, though.
Exquisite... the glow of the space heater on your skin, the reflection in your eyes, coming in your hand at the memory. All so very erotic. As the heart of poetry is capturing an image, the form and emotion, in words, this is poetry, heartfelt and memorable.
with such an etheral beauty that carried through until the second to last line. While I longed a bit for some punctuation, it did flow well though the stunning imagery. I only wish that one line was two words shorter. Call me a prude, but you had a wonderfully erotic, sensuous poem. The word has it's place in poetry, but this poem was good enough to stand without the shock. 99.9% good, .1% bad...
jim : )
Your first love can never truly be forgotten and can never be compared to. This poem captures the spirit of first love and the memories that often will linger for a lifetime, for better or for worse...well done.
That first love....hmmmm, it never quite compares to others, does it?
You go, girl.
you totally connected me to this one, it deserves a 5 all the way :)
makes every man remember someone...
You bring out passion from everything
truly wonderful writing
thank you Syn
Good as always, I gave it a 4, I bet Charlie gave you a five.
After years and years of creating fantasies etc. inside my head or
picking up strangers to create some new 'dare' for myself - there is still
one moment in time that is the pinnacle of sexuality for me. That is for me
the defining moment of what in essence 'turns me on' and that poem that you
wrote is it. All I have to think about is seeing your hip bone in the
orange glow of the heater and I will start leaking cum. No lie. The smell
and taste of you. The first time that I had tasted a woman - down between
your legs. It made me cum before you could even touch me.
You are incredible. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Charlie