the fifty year old virgin….so to speak

Cool gray limestone on a light Summer night,
Bare feet gliding along moss covered banks,
We shed our clothes below a Barley Moon,
And slowly slid into the dark green river.
Warm water slipped around your slender legs,
Quickly hiding your perfect nakedness,
It’s wetness, barely hiding yours.
You stood there resisting only the river’s flow,
As I entered where all was darkly new,
While the water washed away our imagined sin.

We laid our bodies upon some grass,
It’s greenness only muted by the night,
And the kind September air dried away the water,
Finishing our final flight from innocence.