The Sweet Virgin Taste Of Imagination Poem by Rik LightKnight

The first time for most things is a wondrous journey

It is at its heart...the marriage between the unknown and the anticipated


At the alter of this journey, lies our imagination

Scripting, directing and hoping for precious moments

Moments that stir our loins, moisten our tongues and electrify our spines



I often wonder what her lips will taste like?

a sweet dew-covered rose at dawn?

red wine warmed by her gentle caress?

or maybe, the cool mountain air atop the Matterhorn during a full moon in November?



I often wonder what her skin will feel like?

the finest French white silk, every fiber flawless and united to its neighbor?

a creamy flow of energy that is envied by even the most wondrous of flowing streams?

or maybe, the sensation of lips that seem to be everywhere?


I use my time before my dreams to journey to this place of imagination

where her skin, perfume and lips draw me

there and only there, my imagination has its moment

and I am stirred.