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It was my first time

Nervously my breath

Outracing my speech

My heart pounding a rhythm

For my ears to hear

So as not to breach

The glassy surface of thought

I offered myself,

Not naked and crude

But beautifully exposed,

Innocently poised

With gentle truth.

You, my lover, responded.

Deafening silence

Echoed sweet nothings

In my ear. The hush approved

My affection for

Words. It was soothing

And left anticipation,

A sensual wake

With gloss surface

That only dream can discern

To be the second

Time. This one’s preface.