The First Time

It’s a pitch black night

2am

the lights have all died

and I’m creeping in.

 

Lovesick and tired,

But awake in my mind

My hearts beating fast

For the very first time.

 

You touch and I shiver

my words turn to whimper

slowly,

I unravel inside

 

And suddenly,

it’s not just the lights

That have died.

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