Robert Beveridge

That First Time is Different With Everyone

Afterwards, you lay, your stomach
covered in the salt of my desire
and purred, still not content
but well on the way
against your fingers.
I kissed you again, stroked
your neck where it was most flushed,
and when you came, bit back
the scream (so as not to wake
my parents), you shivered, long
and red,

then drifted off to sleep.