You. Me. A Little Unity.
You're here, that's all that matters. I move my hand along your thigh
Whilst gaining great pleasure each time you exhale a relaxed sigh.
I used to want you more than you could possibly know:
With no regret, I'm glad these feelings finally show.
I'm glad I used words to get you here, not alcohol or coins.
Feeling the strong heat centring towards our loins.
Somehow I imagined when we shared our very first kiss
Circumstances would be extremely different than this.
There's no clouds to hide the star-dappled sky from us tonight.
What is it I see in your eyes—disgust? Fear? Perhaps fright?
You are shivering, though I'm quite sure you're feeling far from cold.
What if I get you pregnant? You're but seventeen years old.
I feel clumsy as I nervously fumble with your shirt.
Instead of a nice warm bed, I lay you down in the dirt.
Know the present; forget the future, the dreadful past.
I hold you tightly, praying this time is not our last.
