The first time

His kiss tasted like he belonged in me.
His eyes
it was always the eyes.
Daring me to move
His fingers
carefully tracing my skin
setting it on fire.

Are you afraid? he’d ask me.

Only of never feeling like this again.
he plunges in me with delicacy
determination
Dios mio
The words escape my mouth before
I had the chance to think of not taking
the Lord’s name in vain
This too was a form of worship

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