I never desired to be the first to dip my wick in the wax no
one has penetrated before, desiring instead to go where others have gone, made
wise that as pure as new wax might seem, it is too much a struggle. Better to
feel the smooth skin against me rather than the violent act innocence requires,
to delve deepest into places I can only reach if someone has broken that ground
already.
I do not want to be first, to boast about that achievement,
feeling joy of conquest.
L:et me be a toy in her experienced hands, to know she knows
more about what brings pleasure than the soul steed that needs to be broken
first. Give me a smooth ride rather than a bronco, a tender touch rather than
one made brutal from the start.
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