My first time wasn't really a first time.
For the only thing that penetrated me were his eyes, his gaze burned into my soul and made it's nest there.
Nurtured a Phoenix that turned into ashes when he left and burned with passion every time our eyes met.
Shivers and quivers,
Moans and groans!
He took me there without having to go anywhere.
Left me high and dry and quenched my thirst right after.
I didn't want to stop thrusting that night or the night after.
The only thing that could've put out that fire was death itself, yet nothing dies in paradise.
My body might have stayed pure that night but my mind and soul were forever charred.