On a String (First Date)

We met for the first time
Waiting anxiously I was
You walked confidently to me
You smiled, I was shy

And you got closer to me
Than I initially wanted you to be
You observed and
Devastatingly
Unabashedly
Started to batter my resolve
To keep things light;
An onslaught ...
You whispered the naughty things
And made me heady,
Heavy with your presence
And you enjoyed my blushes
Reveled in my nervousness,
My obvious arousal
You cocky bastard!
And your hands enclosed mine
And you kissed my fingertips ...

And we played
And I laughed
And the butterflies wouldn't leave
You wanted me to touch you
And you decided to touch me
Roughly, rudely, wonderfully....

And willing I was for the wicked
And we were almost caught
Another first (of the many firsts from you)
Shocking and exciting
And you knew you had me
From the very beginning,
you knew already?

And we met again that same night
A continuation of the first?
Or separate, entirely,
Tentative until
You ripped the pretense off
Claiming me
Rough and Forceful
The romantic me wrapping it in words
Passionate and Urgent
And again and again
Clothes half-off
But we both couldn't wait
Every which way
Except ...
And yet
Exhausted
I fell into your arms
In your bed
Near
then next
then enveloped by you

The morning kiss
Another moment
Softer and gentler

The physical remains felt days after

It was our first
The beginning.