Spot.

There’s a bit of a relief
In fucking first.
In waving off those pesky formalities
And getting right down to business
The dirty and wild business.
In gasping for one awkward moment
And then shoving forth
Lit’rally.
There’s a bit of a passion
In not being able to wait
In not being sensible
And feeling the ways of their hands
In cupping their face
And catching their eye
In a steely glare
That softens only for you
And there’s a bit of a fear
A thrill of a fear
In waking up in their arms
And spooning their warmth
And skimming their silken flesh
Your legs pump as if to run
Whilst your
Thumping heart
Tethers them in place
And to avoid the unavoidable
You succumb to slumber.
You succumb to temptation.
To wholesome temptation.
There’s a bit of a love
In fucking first.


.me.