my first sexual experience was with someone older, and much more experienced than me. i was cripplingly embarrassed of that fact, but i couldn't do much about it other than act like i belonged there. she was "made for these times" where as i wasn't. she was as proficient as a hairline, i was hot, but wrapped myself in blankets. you get the picture.
your fingers traced my spine
slowly moving from side to side
and i was hot
but i wrapped myself in blankets
clinging on like newspaper static
you were made for these times