WILFRED JOHN - The Heartbeat

First Time
The gentle weakness of heartbeat to heartbeat,
The closeness of flesh to flesh,
The slightest movement giving off sparks,

The sweat melting away all fears,
Stopping her innocent eyes from filling with tears,
As loving motions break into new places.

Now for the moment before it all ends,
Sweet explosions and rasping breath.

It’s all gone in this single instance>

WILFRED JOHN

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