My First Time Poem by christina clemente

MY FIRST TIME WAS SPECIAL ALRIGHT
HE MADE ME FEEL SPECIAL.
HE MADE ME SMELL SPECIAL.
THERE WAS BLOOD DRIPPING FROM MY INNER THIGH AND ON HIM.
HE MADE ME FEEL LIKE THERE WAS ONLY US IN THE WORLD.
UNTIL SHE CHANGED IT.
HE WAS MINE AND I WAS HIS BUT ON THAT DAY SHE FAILED TO SEE WHAT EXIST.
SHE LOCKED HIM UP BEHIND BARS AND TOLD ME “ LITTLE GIRL WHAT YOU FEEL ISN‘T LOVE. HE DOESN‘T CARE FOR YOU HE’S TWICE YOUR AGE….”
I FAILED TO BELIEVE THAT OR HER, UNTIL THE DAY OF HIS ARRIVAL HE SHOWED ME THE FEEELINGS HE FELT PHYSICALLY.
HE TOLD ME YOU WERE A GREAT….I STOPPED HIM BEFORE HE CAN CHANGE MY MOOD AND SAID “I LOVE YOU” HE LAUGHED AND SAID “LITTLE GIRL WHAT YOU FEEL ISN’T LOVE IT WAS PLEASURE.”
IF YOU COUNT YOUR BLESSING AND PRAY EVERYNIGHT HE MIGHT COME TO YOU LIKE A DREAM.
BUT UNTIL THEN I WAS YOUR FIRST AND THE TIMES WE SHARED,
WAS YOUR FIRST TIME.