The First Time

It was unplanned and unexpected.
But once you’re sharing warmth in bed,
You know what’s coming next.
It was smiles and laughs
Between tongues touching and soft kisses.
It was heavy breaths and travelling hands,
Searching skin and hair.
It was pulling and grabbing and wanting more,
And all the opposites
To balance.

When it was done—
The slowdown of breaths, and
one     big      sigh.
It was broken whispers,
Tired eyes,
“Your hair smells nice,”
His arm—my rest.

And then—
A kiss,
A bite
On my back.
A joke,
A laugh,
A slip of his hand
Underneath cream lace.

And then—
It happened again.

—Perth, WA, 13 April 2017