My First Time (Trois Par Huit, Tanka, Rondel)
My first time,
Sexual pleasures climbed,
Was with an experienced lover.
She handled me so gently under the cover;
Knowing I had never been taught by another.
Protecting my fragile male ego;
Unleashed my libido
Down below.
This first love of mine,
Through her kindness and patience,
Was, to me, divine.
Forever, to her in debt
For future pleasures I met.
How lucky I was to find a lover so kind,
To teach me the sexual act.
Cuddling my id with emotional tact;
Enflaming my passionate mind.
As sexual tensions in my youth unwind
Cognizant of the knowledge I lack;
How lucky I was to find a lover so kind,
To teach me the sexual act.
So now, when an inexperienced lover I find,
My first lover I try to pay back,
By remembering the knowledge that I once lacked,
And to her fumbling ways stay blind.
How lucky I was to find a lover so kind.
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