Poetry Talk

New post from Comfort

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Conversation shifted, lifted emotions, lust exquisitely sways in the atmosphere,

The question of your first time bounces from lip to lip,

“Your turn”

My lips quiver,

I'd loved him,

he was my hero when men seemed like demons,

but Lucifer was once he of morning star,

His beard marked my skin before puberty had the chance,

My wrist knew elastic pressure before any bracelet could comfort me with loving reminders of friendship eternal,

His scent held my skin tighter than any scrub could scrub the skin away as the water fell,

He showed me red before red lipstick was ever laid on my cheek

My first time wasn't until the fifth time,

And pleasure felt like pleasure and not like pain converted to his pleasure served on a silver plater when family got together

So I told them ” I cried when it was my first time”