The First Touch

The first touch, not of the physical but of the soul and spirit.
A soul mate is found and enters for eternity into your mind.
Exposed to feelings never experienced before the psyche now celebrates and rejoices.
Your body awakens to senses never felt, touched only by the lingering spirit of another.
Your heart stands still, and then flutters upon the wind, feeling only that it is one with his.
Breath is taken away and then returns to stun you with its freshness knowing that he is the inspiration for each one taken.
Your skin becomes alive for the first time, caressed even by the slightest stirring of air.
Thoughts of him fill the body, feelings that cannot be explained to others for they can not comprehend.
How strange to feel his thoughts plunge into your body, filling the heart and soul with a happiness unexplainable.
Two souls that travel through the universe, we shall see everything and yet nothing at all, comprehending completely still never quite understanding.
Discovery of new things like a treasure hunt, some of passion, some of play, never ending tenderness and unfathomable lust.
Desire to be tasted, and savored upon thy lips, never quenching the fire that burns within.
My soul has waited, longed, and yearned for you to touch it.
Within me I hold you to my heart, cherish the caress of your soul upon mine.
Former love thought to be all encompassing has no meaning at all, as though nonexistant.
You were my first touch, my first love, you are and will remain my forever love.

The First Touch by S. Flint (lines)(c)1998 from the collection of Short Stories and Love Poems by the same author. aka "Ms Zoe"