The first sensation of the morning light,
His touch upon my skin so smooth and soft.
My blood began to course with sheer delight
As garments of the night I quickly doffed.
I turned invitingly toward his reach
And lay exposed like foam upon the beach,
Then reaching ‘neath the sheets to where he lay,
My hand caressed his parts most sensitive—
Until he turned and brushed my hand away,
For a little touch was all he meant to give.
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Two quatrains and a couplet, usually in iambic tetrameter or pentameter.
The stanzas may appear in any order, but the couplet usually comes at the end.
Rhyme scheme varies according to the whim of the poet.
Rhyme scheme for this one: abab ccde de
This one is in iambic pentameter