The Most Intimate You

I recall my first touch
of the most intimate you
the back seat of the van
a blanket to conceal the view

I sneaked my young hands
beneath the waist of your clothes
and reached down with my fingers
destination unknown

you were so young
I didn’t know what I’d discover
until my fingers lightly brushed
the softness of your nubile feather

your nervous hands
pushed me discreetly away
you weren’t yet ready
to offer your innocence that day

until several months later
when you must have decided
climbing up in your loft
it was me you invited

we started to kiss
this time you let my hands wander
easing shorts and your panties
down lower and lower

then I saw for the first time
in the bright afternoon light
lovely short brown wisps
guarding warm flesh, young and tight

my hands touched that softness
and I kissed you there too
I watched pink lips parting
just like my fantasy of you

months went by
and with each rendezvous
I came to know better
the most intimate you

I remember dark nights
when you’d straddle my waist
and you parted your legs
to spread open your wings

drops of wetness were waiting
for my fingertips
and my fingers would draw it
up the length of your lips

then I explored you inside
and felt your warm wet caress
my hand sinfully searching
your most private pink flesh

when your hips pressed against me
I could reach deeper inside
and when all was just perfect
we came at the same time

then we’d lie there sleeping
until you departed my bed
leaving my lonely fingers holding
nothing but  your sensual scent

and when I sat their alone
with you out of my view
I think of those first days
discovering the most intimate you