As we stared down at my bed, the unrumpled sheets military made awful thoughts ran though my head and refused to fade away. We took off each other's clothes, my hands shaking like leaves and right before he laid me down I froze "I don't think I can do it," I breathed. And that's when he pulled me in close, our bodies throbbing with heat, and that's when I realized I loved him the most, that he was the one that made me complete. And as he gently lowered me onto the sheets the fears I had felt began to retreat...
I don't know if this poem will make people feel uncomfortable but I've been wanting to write something like this for awhile so I stopped caring. My first time is such a beautiful moment that I keep close to me and I wanted to write down my experience as it happened...