First Time With You
She answered the door in a borrowed t-shirt and nothing beneath it worth naming,
I stepped inside her hallway and every good intention went up in flaming,
She smelled like soap and something darker I could not quite identify then,
I had my hands around her waist before we’d made it to a count of ten.
She pulled me toward the bedroom by the collar of my flannel shirt,
Said we’ve been circling long enough already, let’s see if this works,
I had her against the wall before we’d even found the bed together,
My mouth on her collarbone, her hands inside my jacket, losing the weather.
First time with you, nothing like I’d mapped it out at all,
First time with you, I was barely standing, barely standing tall,
You pulled my shirt off slow like you’d been rehearsing it for weeks,
First time with you, you made a sound when I touched you there that speaks,
Into me still when I’m trying to sleep three months after the fact,
First time with you, the kind of thing you never get back.
Her hair spread out across the pillow like she owned the room entire,
I learned the map of her by touch and sound and patient, burning fire,
She told me what she wanted with her hands and with her breath catching,
I gave her everything I had until my everything was rationing.
She curved her back and pulled me in when I almost got it right,
I stayed committed, worked it through, we burned up most the night,
Her nails said yes, her hips said more, her voice said don’t you dare stop,
I didn’t stop for anything until she hit the absolute top.
First time with you, nothing like I’d mapped it out at all,
First time with you, I was barely standing, barely standing tall,
You pulled my shirt off slow like you’d been rehearsing it for weeks,
First time with you, you made a sound when I touched you there that speaks,
Into me still when I’m trying to sleep three months after the fact,
First time with you, the kind of thing you never get back.
She lay there after, shoulder pressed to mine, breathing coming slow,
I stared up at the ceiling in the dark with nowhere left to go,
Something shifted in the architecture of whatever I thought I knew,
First time can crack a man open if the woman’s worth it through.
We didn’t rush to fill the quiet, didn’t scramble for the words,
She turned and kissed my shoulder and it hit me like a fist hits the boards,
I’ve been with other women and I know how this is meant to end,
But first time with you was different and we both understood it then.
First time with you, nothing like I’d mapped it out at all,
First time with you, I was barely standing, barely standing tall,
You pulled my shirt off slow like you’d been rehearsing it for weeks,
First time with you, you made a sound when I touched you there that speaks,
Into me still when I’m trying to sleep three months after the fact,
First time with you, the kind of thing you never get back.
She answered the door in a borrowed t-shirt and nothing beneath it worth naming,
I stepped inside her hallway and every good intention went up in flaming,
She smelled like soap and something darker I could not quite identify then,
I had my hands around her waist before we’d made it to a count of ten.
She pulled me toward the bedroom by the collar of my flannel shirt,
Said we’ve been circling long enough already, let’s see if this works,
I had her against the wall before we’d even found the bed together,
My mouth on her collarbone, her hands inside my jacket, losing the weather.
First time with you, nothing like I’d mapped it out at all,
First time with you, I was barely standing, barely standing tall,
You pulled my shirt off slow like you’d been rehearsing it for weeks,
First time with you, you made a sound when I touched you there that speaks,
Into me still when I’m trying to sleep three months after the fact,
First time with you, the kind of thing you never get back.
Her hair spread out across the pillow like she owned the room entire,
I learned the map of her by touch and sound and patient, burning fire,
She told me what she wanted with her hands and with her breath catching,
I gave her everything I had until my everything was rationing.
She curved her back and pulled me in when I almost got it right,
I stayed committed, worked it through, we burned up most the night,
Her nails said yes, her hips said more, her voice said don’t you dare stop,
I didn’t stop for anything until she hit the absolute top.
First time with you, nothing like I’d mapped it out at all,
First time with you, I was barely standing, barely standing tall,
You pulled my shirt off slow like you’d been rehearsing it for weeks,
First time with you, you made a sound when I touched you there that speaks,
Into me still when I’m trying to sleep three months after the fact,
First time with you, the kind of thing you never get back.
She lay there after, shoulder pressed to mine, breathing coming slow,
I stared up at the ceiling in the dark with nowhere left to go,
Something shifted in the architecture of whatever I thought I knew,
First time can crack a man open if the woman’s worth it through.
We didn’t rush to fill the quiet, didn’t scramble for the words,
She turned and kissed my shoulder and it hit me like a fist hits the boards,
I’ve been with other women and I know how this is meant to end,
But first time with you was different and we both understood it then.
First time with you, nothing like I’d mapped it out at all,
First time with you, I was barely standing, barely standing tall,
You pulled my shirt off slow like you’d been rehearsing it for weeks,
First time with you, you made a sound when I touched you there that speaks,
Into me still when I’m trying to sleep three months after the fact,
First time with you, the kind of thing you never get back.