She was in love – or lust – and quite naïve.
A twinge of pain – just a prick (so to speak)
and sharp pleasure brought him adoration.
With little preparation, he entered
her heart – took over her mind; fantasy
and fairytale-blind, she gave of herself,
an eager student ready to learn all
the delight his experienced years could teach.

Each caress was gentle, eliciting
shivers in the July heat. Innocence
lost in the backseat (along with her right
contact), a memory she would cherish
even as she mourned. The first love was once
found then lost, her lesson learned the hard way.