Reflections of June (3)

First love, first physical experience with my first love. Its hard to explain what emotions came over me but it was if my body had always known what it desired but it forgot to tell my head. Short poem I wrote, sitting on one of the top floors of The Grove Hotel. The sun was rising, she was sound asleep and I was awake for the first time in my 44 years.

First Breath

Laid bare,
your body and my sexuality.
I tangled my fingers in your hair
and pulled you closer.
I traced your curves from your breast to your belly with my eyes,
Not knowing if I was the lioness or the debutant
you allowed me in,
with teeth and tears
I finally began to breathe.

~nina~