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A story about the first time. |
In the dead of the night When I was still but a boy Young and meek Unfamiliar with myself Before I'm about close my eyes I catch a slight glimpse of something in the corner It's here a light, warm and bright appeared out of a dark With it, what I can only describe as an angel appeared before me. Her eyes emerald, her radiating copper, and her dress flowing like a calm current Her beauty, greatest of all that I have even seen before and after Stunned, I laid still as the dead of the night I cannot say if it was by choice or some force And so suddenly she is upon me, on top of me Her body, light the clouds, but warm as the summer sun Her lips, so soft and ample meet mine, and fire engulfs every ounce of blood in my being Then tears rolled down my cheeks as my body ignites, I can barely breathe Then nothingness set in And before I could even come to try and begin to understand She retreated back into the light, back into the dark And I still lay there paralyzed, flames and ecstasy still in my eyes This experience for which I've never had another Now haunts me every day throughout the last 30 years Because with every lover I've experienced in my life None have ever come close to the angel from that night |