Work Text:
First glow
by sablerose2
sablerose2@sbcglobal.net
Tan skin I worship him in everything he
does. The way he walks, the way he talks
a boy growing into a man.
Can he see the love in me when I take his hand?
Will he sigh or will he cry when I gently kiss his lips?
Will he plead or will he beg when I take him to my bed?
Will he stay or will he go with the first glow of mornings light?
Or is this memory all I'll have of the love I gave last night?
As he takes me in his arms and gently says can we please
do this again? For he never wants this feeling to end.