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He layed behind me

as his hands began to caress my skin

I laid stiff and unsure at our first encounter

he asked "is this okay"

as he held me with a closer embrace

I melted, I caved, I gave myself away

as every touch felt like poetry being engraved

upon my skin- I let him in

into lust, encumbered with sensual love

I let him in-

as our bodies delved into sin

glutenous for more 

we danced in a whirlwind of emotions

I let him in-

as I spoke my truth, 

I spoke of my youth,

I expressed without contest 

of what I've done- leaving room for 

imagination of what could come next.

He layed behind me

as his hands caressed my skin

as two minds and bodies

let eachother in.