It was a sleepless night like this
that she bit her lip, and watched while
he patiently stripped her
galloping heart naked.
Firsts are hard to give away, but
under his hold, so tightly coiled
and so lustfully wrapped,
she twisted and yielded.
Whimpers exploded like sunrise
on the canvas that was their skin,
torrid and scalding hot,
painted blushing scarlet.
Whispers hummed with promises of
infinity, then immediacy.
They gasped for release, and
grasped at those dulcet words
like they're the truth.