Poem - Just like the first time
it still skips,
and throbs
these knees you held,
they still knock,
and wobble
and my cheeks,
you liked to stroke,
they still blush,
at your sight,
i still tremble,
just like the first time
it still skips,
and throbs
these knees you held,
they still knock,
and wobble
and my cheeks,
you liked to stroke,
they still blush,
at your sight,
i still tremble,
just like the first time
Nice poem. I like how you were able to capture the essence of nervousness of the first time and connect that to the idea of unfading adoration. Good write.
You honor me with your compliments. All the more because you actually see through to its theme. I am grateful.