First

Hear me out.

It doesn't matter
that you weren't my first.
You will be
(and have been)
the first of many:

The first to make me shake with need,
first I pounce on out of greed;
first to let me ride the wave
and first to make me lie awake -
first I roll onto at morning,
first I favored without warning,
first to use me through the night
in all the ways we dream you might;
first to get into my sleep,
behind my eyes - the first to reap
just what you want; take it from me -
I don't care, keep it; set it free
(you know I'm tainted; I digress).
You're first to rip that tight, black dress -
you are the first I made see red,
you were the first who made me beg;
you'll be the first I'm dying for,
the first I wouldn't dare ignore;
the first to set my skin on fire
(he's dull to touch; you - you're barbed wire),
first to own me; first that I
hide nothing from - first through my eyes -
and first to reach your hand inside
my heart, my poetry, my thighs -

I've said that I belong to you.
You were
the first
I said that to.


~

Age when written: 16