All The Small Things

First Time

Weak knees

Sweaty palms

Heavy arms

Thoughts Race across an adolescent mind

"Am I big enough

Am I good enough

Will my hip rock smooth enough"

Smiles and nervous laughs

Kissing turns to touching

Excitement in the air

She whispers in his ear

Go slow its her first time

Pain turns to pleasure

As pressure builds

The Crescendo of love

Comes to an end