You were not the first girl I loved
nor was I your first man
yet when we first made love
our bodies stammered into a guiltless landscape
our limbs were a tangled mess

Your hair was caught in my metal watchstrap
your offfocus lust by my aftershave cologne
as I entered you ever so gently
like the first neon sun
would break into a forest of frenzies of broken songs

Your black jeans lay crumpled on the carpet of that hotelroom
in an unfamiliar city beside my blacksnake belt
in a stilllife portrait framed by the dark
as your orange silkshirt flamed on the couch
and you were allaroundme moist unafraid

Love was what we felt that night
when I reached you to your penthouse flat
the kiss we shared in a timeless eye
before I caught the lift and said Goodbye

For you were not the first girl I lost
nor was I your first man
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(The most sensuous poem I have ever read)

You wrote this?

No, I read it sometime in my college days and I loved it so much that I remember it word by word ;-)