First Time - Poem by Vyktor Ekott
It was late when I knocked
I never intended to spend the night
I was in, and the door was locked
Even in the darkness, you were so bright.
In an instant, your lips met mine
We were locked up in a wanton kiss
With your touch, I was out of my mind
Enjoying every moment with hasty bliss.
You were touching me all over
And caressing my delicate parts
After a moan or two, we went under covers
We were together without our pants.
The rhythm was in unison
Our breathing was uninterrupted
I was locked up in your love prison
And in your arms, I became corrupted.
“I am coming”, you were screaming
Something was happening, I felt on the prime
The feeling was strange, I was urinating
I didn’t know why, ‘cos it was my first time.
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