The rhythm to first times
it’s always the same
each and every time
a nervous hungry beating
in the back of the throat
you’re almost there
to a one of a kind love.
I honestly don’t mind
teaching you
that being pushed down
so you can crawl
in order to get up
so to speak of course
is a balanced game of trust.
All of us
just want to believe
there’s an automatic drive
buried somewhere inside
that makes us stand.
I’m not the first
to mention this
give and play
to touch.
A lover starts with candles,
some are drawn to the reflection
illuminating a room
everything so innocently planned.
Others prefer the dripping wax,
what a rush,
that brief stinging burn
and for most
that’s where it ends.
Still, tThere are different types
some honestly don’t mind
performing and playing the part
against the candle’s flame.
I’d prefer,
the secretively guarded,
too impossible to believe
they’d ever be tied up
and referred to as a
“Rope Bunny.”