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First Time
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2002 Anticipation
It's all come down to this
Waiting, playing, teasing
Leaning in for that first kiss
And it's better than all the rest
That first moment
When your eyes lock
And you're shocked
To see that they feel the same way
Anticipation
It's all come down to this
Breathing in eachother
Through a lust-induced mist
Yearning, dreaming, meddling
With the concept of "together"
Holding you alone
Would make this even better
Anticipation
It all comes down to this
Tingles wander aimlessly
Through the pressure of your lips
Warm and eager
Seeking
Not parting for chance to rest
You're holding me so tightly
My tongue engages yours
Couldn't breathe if I ever wanted
Heat seeping from my pores
Anticipation
It all comes down to this
It makes all swirl of life
Slow to a echoed blur
Just two alone that moment
Settling long-disputed scores
All the silent touches
And the batting of an eye
Loud and persistant flirtation
Knew this would happen by and by
Anticipation
It all comes down to this
So now you're holding me
With a hand that trembles slight
You look so small and nervous
And my heart is pounding still
Now we have the choices
Seeping through
The clutter of our minds
Do we want to make this magic?
Or is it just this one first time?
To clarify, this poem is more about a first kiss than an act of sex....particularily because my "first time" happened prior to this "first time", and with another man. This other man is a person I will always cherish, and someone I will always remain friends with. I have never regreted losing my virginity to him, as I loved him very much. This second man, the man the poem is about, is my boyfriend of a year and a half,who I only grow closer to every day. Do I promote promiscuity, no. But I am not religious, and not opposed to loving, and consentual premarital sex, provided both partners act responsibly.
This is the typical image of the first time. But let me break through it with reality. It's not romantic. It doesn't feel good until you do it more and more. Sparklers don't go off. Not everyone's spirits combine. Not everyone has the same emotional pull. And not every guy out there cares how you feel and if you enjoyed it, but if his loins got to shoot free his semen to mark a notch in his belt. There are some speciall cases where this doesn't ring true, but those people are lucky, blessed with something most of us aren't and will never forget or regret it. I don't regret my first time because there is no doubt in my mind I loved him and he loved me. However, almost everyone I know or have listened to regrets it. So, instead of promoting engaging in this sexual act, I recommend praising those who wait for love.