The Most Intimate Me

I recall your first touch
of the most intimate me
anticipated with longing 
but still so surprising

we had started to kiss
one sunny day in the fall
we sought more excitement 
so you led me down the hall 

we went to your room
and climbed the top bunk
you let my hands wander 
to feel my soft touch 

I was thrilled to just touch you
but you sort of took over 
you let me lay on my back
so your hands could touch lower 

It was my first time
to be touched intimately by you
I thought you’d be clumsy 
But you knew exactly what to do

you loosened the belt
of the pants that I wore 
then released my eager hardness 
and began to explore

you wrapped your soft palms 
around my excited straight shaft
pulling me upwards 
you seemed unembarrassed  

your fingers played with my tip
as if you had it all planned 
then you pleasured me in motion 
until I surged in your hands

calmly you pressed me 
against my own naked skin 
and released me completely 
as I emptied from within

I was so nervous
my body could t handle any more
but you put me at ease 
as if you’d done this before 

I remember feeling lucky 
that you wanted to be
the first woman to know 
the most intimate me