First

First short poem

And when I tremble bare
As your hands outline
the chambers I’ve never found beauty in
remember that first has many definitions
and this was a first.

Sunken in walls, barely holding form
the air coats the parts of me I offered
And tore away at my mask
vulnerable and liberated
and this was a first.

Morals exist in a clear mind
and efface theirselves like mist
I collapsed onto my knees
exploring the chambers he presented for me
and this was a first

And every tantalizing movement
fear crept into my core
not for my one time done
but for the bliss I didn’t know was there
and this was a first

Danger has a strange magic
It thrusts upon you
And it can leave you breathless
And Danger had me on my knees
And Danger is a first

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