First Love
I knew the first time he entered me.
There have been others before him, but no one took possession
of me the way he did.
I knew that he was the one I have waited for, the one who would
fulfill me.
I feel his strong, warm fingers caress my skin, knowingly,
lovingly.
I listen when he speaks of me, calling me his.
I am.
I have never before belonged to anyone.
I do not know why he is the one.
I only know that he is the captain I want to have within me when
I sail the stars.