by ReaderOfSoulsunknown, Texas, USA
Dec 2010 992 Views 15 comments
That First Tender Kiss
Strolling hand in hand through blue shadowed mist
Begging with eyes for that first kiss
Love and laughter abounds through the night
Overflowing a soul, teeming with life.
Passion consumes when eyes first meet
Lips are pursed and craving their feast
Touching close, not a thing is amiss
Getting closer, hands holding, to share that first tender kiss.
Standing alone, rein in hand
Watching the herd, surveying the land
Remembering the girl I was back then
Dreaming of where I might have stayed then
Nudged in the back to tighten the cinch
The one I love is ready to ride fence
Worn out boots and a pocketful of change
The love of a life on the wide open range.
Making the choice to ride and roam
Knowing the love of a husband and home
Sitting a saddle twelve hours a day
Loving the life of the cowboy way.
If over again walking through the mist
Chancing to share again that first tender kiss
Hang up the spurs, put the saddle in the barn
I'm taking the husband and we've got the farm.
Begging with eyes for that first kiss
Love and laughter abounds through the night
Overflowing a soul, teeming with life.
Passion consumes when eyes first meet
Lips are pursed and craving their feast
Touching close, not a thing is amiss
Getting closer, hands holding, to share that first tender kiss.
Standing alone, rein in hand
Watching the herd, surveying the land
Remembering the girl I was back then
Dreaming of where I might have stayed then
Nudged in the back to tighten the cinch
The one I love is ready to ride fence
Worn out boots and a pocketful of change
The love of a life on the wide open range.
Making the choice to ride and roam
Knowing the love of a husband and home
Sitting a saddle twelve hours a day
Loving the life of the cowboy way.
If over again walking through the mist
Chancing to share again that first tender kiss
Hang up the spurs, put the saddle in the barn
I'm taking the husband and we've got the farm.
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Posted: Dec 2010
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Wistful reminiscing of that first tender kiss and making the choice to be untamed or settle down with that yet fiery spirit.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (15)
I'm taking the husband and we've got the farm"
Love it
Glad you like it, pilgrim.
LB, there's lots more phrases to be found in my work that I'll be sharing over the coming weeks and months. Glad you liked it too!
Tender kisses and cowboys all in the same poem: A whimsical write, ROS.
Best wishes
Fellsman
May you always remember yours too.
What a beautiful writing this is. It beacons the reader to stand right next to you ~ and remember the exciting and yet tender moments of youth.
You are extremely talented.
Thank you for posting this.
Mady
Those first early memories of love's bloom are never far away. Keeping the fire well banked helps keep the fire burning long and low deep, deep into the night. :-)
Remembering the girl I was back then
Dreaming of where I might have stayed then
:::
Hang up the spurs, put the saddle in the barn
I'm taking the husband and we've got the farm.
Yes, no matter how special, it’s the journey after that first kiss that defines lives. Thank you for sharing this reflective journey Strolling hand in hand through blue shadowed mist of memory.