Her First Time

Location

Pride Court
United States

She sighs.

I sigh.

I'm looking at her, into those pretty green eyes.

Kiss me, she says.

And I do.

Take off my clothes, she says.

And I do.

She tries to speak again but hesitates

I can tell she's nervous by the way she shakes.

Touching her, she shivers a little

Treading lightly for her trust is brittle

Her eyes are wide and toes are curled.

Can she not see that she's my whole world?

Her lips are soft and body warm

My hands, made for pleasure, not harm

Spirited fingers explore and dance across every nerve

In valiant effort to give what she deserves

I kiss her there.

There.

Gripping handfuls of sheets,

My name's a record on repeat.

She reaches her peak then spirals back down

and looks at me with a puzzled frown.

Her mind is blank, she can't seem to think

All she does is stare and blink.

I think, Maybe we should give it another try..

Finally, she looks at me and starts to cry.

I pull her close as through the tears,

Something's become painfully clear.

She knows now she can only say

There is no other way but gay.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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