Demystified

I felt shy,

But it was shed

With the last pieces 

Of our clothing.

My body ached;

Excitement humming

From every single pore.

And then your mouth

Closed upon mine,

Your breath

Reminding me of

Charcoal and stale bread.

But the distraction 

Of your hands

On my breast

Helped in the

Getting used to.

Our tongues and fingers

Meshed, wandered,

Explored, wondered

And then you entered

Your stab, the pain 

Shattering my ecstasy

Though only momentarily.

Our breaths and sighs

All tangled again

And soon it was over.

We quickly dressed,

I brushed my hair

And we left.

Nothing had changed

Except perhaps

That once spotless

Bedspread.