My boyfriend and I had a long talk today... sorry if it seems a bit too sexual, I tried to be subtle. Your hands so soft, So gentle against my torn skin, My eyes wide with wonder, Is this reality, is this right? Why are you so new, When I feel so old, So used... Your green eyes look into mine, Setting my black aflame, I've been ripped apart, Inside out, I've cried for shame, And was never heard... And here you are with your lips, Hovering over mine, whispering to me, Begging for my consent, To even breathe my air, And I am lost for words, I am lost in you. You know where I come from, And you mind it not, You build me up, heartbeat for heartbeat, Giving me every confidence to say no, When all I want to do is say yes to you. I have only one question, Why were you not my first?