I can picture the first time we made love. The first time we touched each other without an ounce of lust. In the back of your mustang you wrote poetry on my skin that nobody will ever read. The moon perfectly outlined your body and I swear to god my eyes were glued to every inch of it. I was so nervous I could barely breath, but oh could I gasp. I kept pulling you closer...closer until I could feel your breath against my neck. I held you tighter than I'd ever held anyone. I was so afraid...so afraid because I felt like you could see right through me. In that moment you knew everything. All of my thoughts. My wishes. My desires. In that moment you knew them all. You could read me from cover to cover. You sunk into me like a ship into the sea until you'd finished the very last page. You grabbed me, pulling me close you wrapped your arms around me...I thought my legs would never stop shaking. We drew hearts and forever on the foggy windows. In the backseat of your car you made love to me. You looked at me like I was an angel, or some kind of heaven. I've never loved someone who's legs shook when they kissed me.