I still feel it,
Upon my skin,
The memory of a first touch.
So soft and quick,
And yet endearing,
And spurned to wait forever more.
I still remember it,
Upon my lips,
The feeling of my first.
Not my heart stitched to another,
But just the fateful play of the cards.
Now I am free,
Now I have had,
My first.
When will I forget?
Will I obsess?
Will I fall in love?
Or will I just continue,
Waiting for something more?
It was not real,
But it was my first.
It will not be shared,
But it was my first.
I will have more,
But it was my first.
It was my first.
I am one of the few,
Who's number will soon grow.
But I am one of the first,
As all witnesses can say,
I am one of the firsts who have had their firsts.
Tomorrow I will walk among the crowds,
Just as I did today,
But I will smile inside,
For I have had my first.
