A First Poem by uder pressure

A First



A heat
between two lovers
Her hands rough
His rougher

They crossed
boundries she'd
never been
but she didn't stop
as their clothes
fell to the floor

She'd never
expirienced this kind
of feeling
she expected greatness

Suddenly a physical
and emotional
pain deepend
in her and she couldn't
help but let
tears fall down
her cheeks.

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