My First Time

I unlock the hotel room door 

And immediately thrust my jacket on the floor

As I wander into the bedroom

My dress wanders over my head

Leaving me and my unmentionables

Staring at him

My breath is out of control

There seems not to be enough oxygen to sate my lungs

As several questions linger in my head

How hard is he?

Is he really as big as he looks?

Have there been many before me?

He looks stunning

Wrapped in my sheets

Fluid like a sea of crimson

His frame is perfection

There is no section I don't want to meet

With every part of me

From my head to feet

I bite my lips

Glance down

And then once again at him

Knowing it will be hours until I can look away

Am I ready for this?

There must be more to do

I search for a guarantee that I'm prepared

But none comes

I have other obligations

But I want this

I'm not going to twiddle my thumbs for another moment

So I dive into him, my bed
Who else?

To sleep

For the first time in weeks.


Note: this poem is complete fiction.