Lesbian Poetry

My First...

She was the first woman
To show me the different love,
By the first light brush of her soft kiss,
The skies opened me up to a whole new world,
One I realized was mine, one I didn't know existed

Years later now, I realize I can no longer lie, or disguise,
Nor longer can I deny, or hide
That it is a woman that can make my pulse accelerate,
It is a female's heart that calls my own,
It is a woman's beauty that makes me catch my breath,
It is a woman's love that gives my own heart
The ability to pound

Only by another woman's touch,
Do the butterflies in my stomach come alive,
My heart aches to be fulfilled once more,
LIke it was before...
But she, who kissed me first, is long gone,
leaving me here in the shadows, looking for her
Familiar soul,in every woman's face...

I know somewhere out there,
There is another kindred of my heart and soul, She must exist..
Must materialize,
Allow me to gaze into her beautiful eyes,
She will find her way to me,
And bring me out of my shadows,
Into her reality...
Finally allowing my spirit to be freed