(I wrote this in a journal years ago from a first love making prompt. I never did anything with it because it was so phucking cheesy. I found the journal yesterday in a panicked search after learning of the death of Prince. I cleaned it up a bit, changed the parts that super didn't make sense and tried to make it a little less Velveeta. I am still in shock.)
it’s not so
much the song
it’s that
that was the song
we shared
the first time
we made love
when we
split
I avoided
the song
like that
would make
the memories
of us less painful
the way you
frowned when I said Prince
confessed
you’d never heard
I doubted if
there could be space
for you in
my heart
I mean who
the fuck has never listened to Prince
and do I
want to invite that kind of insanity into my life
but I adored you and thought maybe
if I
serenaded you soft and wet
as we
strolled uptown
let you
glimpse my dirty mind
pondering what I would do when you were
mine
or...
was I getting ahead of myself
was I getting ahead of myself
did I really
feel for you
or was I
just delirious
with the
prospect of falling for you
because I want to be your lover
two girls
creating controversy
on a campus
that could barely contain us
our first
slow dance to purple rain
ended lips
locked hands fumbling
my first
orgasm with you
I was fully
clothed
the kiss left me breathless and blushing
while doves were crying
you
liberated my body from clothes
breasts from
bras
a sign of the times to come
this strange relationship blooming
you the most beautiful girl in the world
always in my hair
with all my
nerves I never doubted
that it would be a beautiful night
in the
morning over starfish and coffee
we talked
about what would happen
if I was your girlfriend
well If I
was this could be us every night
because
together we were some sexy motherfuckers
and it was
the song and you
and there is
a comfort in knowing
the first
time we made love
We had the Beautiful ones approval
a soundtrack
to loving you
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