I often wonder
How it would be
To have our worlds 
Intersect for a while
Your world and mine
This world and real life
And to be with you
To have us be as one
Just once

We'd initially meet
In a public place
Such a better idea,
At least at first
The conversation
Of much more than strangers
Somewhat awkward,
As we introduce ourselves
In a very different way

Each searching
The other's eyes
For any sign
Of disappointment
Each seeking approval
In a nervous smile
Such a big step, though
An inner voice asking
If we are really sure

I'd see you first
From across the room
White blouse
Black skirt,
Stockings and heels
The same way
You sometimes dress
Your eyes would sparkle
As they meet mine

I'd approach you
Trying my best
To be confident
I'd lean in
To kiss your cheek
As I'd whisper, 
"Patience......
"There can only be 
"One first kiss"

Soon, we'd be laughing
In the easy manner
Of long-time lovers
No need to mask
Our imperfections
Twenty-eight months,
Being almost a lifetime
In our other world
A pause as I'd ask,
"Are you sure?"

This simple question
Bringing back memories
Of a different time,
Of your first time,
Our first time
The nervousness
Wanting it to be
So special for you
Just once, you'd thought

Your face flush
So many thoughts racing
As right and wrong collide
A quiet pause
As your eyes well up
"Yes, and you?"
"Yes..but.....
"You knew I had to ask"
Each knowing, just once

We'd begin to walk
Your hand soft in mine
A middle aged couple
In the eyes of the world
Our hearts racing, though,
With hidden thoughts
Of what would finally be
The anticipation overwhelming
As I open the door

Closing the door
Locking out the real world
This room our only world
For just a little while
Our eyes meet
Our mouths move closer
The wait finally over
For our first kiss
Long, tender and loving

Our hands soon exploring
The mutual arousal obvious
As you pull me close
My hand moving slowly
Along your inner thigh
Our breathing changing,
My hand trembling
At the top of your stocking
This suddenly so real

Your skirt dropping to the floor
My hand moving more slowly now
Along your upper thigh
Teasing you by moving so close
Then feeling your smoothness,
Your arousal 
Through the black lace
Squeezing my finger and thumb,
As I massage you slowly

You move to the side of the bed
No need for words now
As I drop to my knees
To worship at your altar
The first of several times
Our eyes locked
On each other
As I lower myself to you
And you pull me closer

Long slow movements
Exploring each fold and crease
Then moving higher
A moderate speed and pressure
Increasing as you respond
Your eyes closed now
The waves building
Your thighs shaking
Each knowing you're close

The expulsion of air now
Staying on you 
All the way through
My mouth so still
As you try to push me away
The only movement
Being your own on me
Seeing a tear
I move up to hold you gently

"I'm so sorry," I say
"No, it's not that", the reply
"Just hold me like this,
"Please, just this once"
The quiet so comforting now
Just the small, gentle
Touches of lovers
"I want to see your eyes,"
You whisper as you move

You guide me inside
Slipping in so easily
Moving slowly at first
The passion soon increasing
The breathing getting shorter
Skin on skin, sounds, smells, sight
And your taste on our lips
Our senses on overload
As we time a release together

It would be
Such a beautiful day
If we could ever meet
And create together
A treasured memory
To be remembered
With a secret smile
If we could be as one
Just once