Literaryspill, Of First Times The first time- is always the...

The first time- is always the hardest

you trace your fingers along every ridge

letting the feel of cold hard glass fill you with anticipation

you run your tongue slowly against the roof of your mouth

savoring the burn

you taste the sugar in the air

and find the ice crystals carelessly rolling off your lips

Like the first time a boy reaches for your hand

His fingers interlacing with your own ..slowly…discretely

Closer and closer

Breaking you into intimacy

until he discovers everything that you have inside

until he knows he can melt you with his touch -

the hard red liquid does nothing to quench your thirst that first time

or tame the spreading numbness in your chest

the same thirst you had when you woke up alone

greeted by the sun and empty caresses in a blood-stained bed

Yes- the first time is always the scariest

you ease into it…slowly at first…but then faster and faster

reaching for another then another

until the confusion of your moist pink lips forget the taste

of anothers lingering tongue

the first time- is always divine.