Losing Virginity

On a night I feel has been well lived met is her sweet becoming gaze that savory ocular innocence built to shadow her soft, fluid, longing intent that whispers, "I am open to you." And so she calmly is and with my head full of rocks and irrelevance I unconsciously enter and sigh Once, again, twice more our love traces a metronome So soon does it become an inhale exhaled I lean into her limbs aside in a love extension a vital push through tension and the small red brook that follows flows to fill a page and rest a mind