First Real Time

Skin soaked reminiscing 
we sit here looking
face to face
and for the first real time
eyes are locked
balancing between
this need of ours.

The pulse quickens
I cannot erase
these feelings
mixed with the warm rays
our treasure source,
you undresses,
curled now in the dunes.

With nothing more
than the jealous orb
you invite me closer
of course I lay
in the arms
of a sun-drenched girl
maybe this is love.

I whisper questions
she likes how it feels
wanting me to continue.
I grab a fistful
we walk through the garden
and for the first real time
she swears.

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