First Night

Two compatible souls meet

Creating magic in their speak

Arousing senses within the two they both should fear.

When an immovable object collides with an unstoppable force, like two identical spirits…

It results in repetitions of cataclysmic sensations

Sending chills up and down spines…

Together…

But our society has constrained our minds into believing there’s a particular time to allow our true passions to be portrayed

So she will theorize and hypothesize

Rather or not he’s the type of guy

That will take advantage of her vulnerable situation.

Can he be trusted with her time and mind to allow his mind to come inside of hers?

Will he respect it or will he use it up and discard it like last weeks news?

And which does she choose?

See, a woman’s time is precious

And her sex could leave u breathless

And as a man, I would never take that type of shit for granted

If the desire is there than it’s only fair to use and not abuse the passions we share

And not waste a moment regretting what might have been

Societies definitions coupled with other guys past afflictions arrest the free flowing energies obvious between us.

Our minds, connected on different levels allowing our souls to reacquaint themselves just like old friends.

Even though we just met

My physical being desires to be with u and urs…

Holding u close so we may explore

A mental conversation in our touches and caresses

Our thoughts continue to address this

Until we rationalize that we should wait…

And live with the regret

And the shame

Will this time occur again?

I’m sure it will but why refrain

When the design remains the same?

Does a quantifiable amount of time alter the possibilities that presented themselves on that first night?

The doubt within us says we will never know…