First Time

It’s the tension locked in your gut the first time you realize you want to kiss them,
it’s the feeling of inching closer until lips brush hesitantly-
as if saying hello…
and then becoming more familiar.
It’s the way their gaze washes waves over your body but you are no longer afraid of drowning,
it’s the sweaty palms that meet yours when you hold hands the first time,
it’s their voice becoming your favorite sound.
It’s the fluttering of heartstrings the first time they call you beautiful,
the way your stomach bursts into a million butterflies when they say your name.
It’s the sleepless nights and talking until late morning,
the laughs that ring like melodies to songs,
ones that someday you wish to dance to.
It’s long texts and gushing about the way your head can’t wrap around,
the creature standing by your side.
It’s staring up at the stars and becoming lost in the way they shine,
finding dreams of possibility connected in the constellations.
It’s restless fantasies-
lip biting, nail scratching, fingers gliding between legs,
moans of their name leaving your mouth, until you’re sticky and wet and panting for their sex.
It’s when you see their chest for the first time,
the way they tremble and quiver underneath your weight
as you layer their bareness with kisses.
It’s the way you hold each other so tightly when you don’t want them to go,
and the long embraces when you’re together again.
It’s the burst of tears when they bought you flowers for the first time,
and you smiled so hard you thought your face was going to break.
It’s the nights when you’re wrecked with insecurity,
and they write you all the parts of you they like until they run out of space.
It’s the first time they say they love you
and the first time you realize
you want this person to stay.