Making Love The First Time Poem by Ray Hansell

I gently took you by the hand
As we walked toward the bed
I could feel your grip getting tighter
I could see hesitation in every step
There was a sense of fear
Because of the unknown
She had never made love before
But then, neither had I
My heart was beating rapidly
My hands began to sweat
We lay down on the bed
I took her in my arms
Slowly our lips met
Knowing that very soon
For the both of us
Our innocence would soon be gone


9-27-07/RJH