My First Time
A poem about my first time.
I was nervous, As you might expect. When he reached for me I was shaking. I wanted to back out, But he wouldn't let me. He, being a man, Wanted me to do it. Needed me to do it. Deep down, where my passion Lies, I wanted it too. All he had to do was Gently nudge me along. I confessed to him, "I've never done this before". And it showed, it showed All over my body. He told me I would Like it as we settled Tightly into our p...