The First Time

I feel the sparks when I touch your skin, the same sparks that always bring me back again.
We melt together as if we were nothing apart, and the heat grows between us with my hand on your heart.

Your eyes rest gently upon my face as you reach down for one small taste
Of my opened mouth, filled with spices and wine.
You flick your tongue inside as if to say “you’re mine”.

Your fingers trail to my shoulders, all bare, then reach up to stroke the loose strand of my hair.
Your touch is firm as you cup the side of my face, my heart skips a beat and then picks up the pace.

Your body is pressed flush up against mine, every breathe and gasp is responded to in kind.
We slowly peel away each thick cumbersome barrier;
the closeness of your skin makes everything scarier.

With murmurs and whispers of comfort and zeal, what we are about to do becomes all the more real.
Gazing between us, we both look down, you place your hand on the top of my mound.

Then you spread me apart and plunge in deep, proving to the world that I am yours to keep.
Buried inside me, we gasp in surprise.
This feeling of completeness was clear in our eyes.

Moving together, we build the heat higher;
The sparks of intent cause a huge wildfire
Which engulfs me in flames that reach up through my heart
And I fear for the day when the sparks tear us apart.

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