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Before you left your imprint on my heart
It was a deserted wasteland withered
By travelers monuments of decay

The imprint became an oasis in the center of oblivion
In a place nothing should grow, but did
An obsession to my heart’s necessities
You became the beginning without an end.

Your voice became the music
Your touch gave it life
Your hands gave it shape
You are the creator of the oasis therefore a god among his kingdom.

You taught me passion
How to accept it and ride it out
Inhale it and moan
Lick it and suck out the taste

You redefined ecstasy
The secret pleasure of caressing your back
Wrapping my legs around you
Tasting sweetness of your neck as you trembled under my attention

You found my femininity,
My emotions and part of my heart
All the parts of me, I thought were dead.
Puzzle pieces found, replaced and completed.

In the end, history is a breath taken
Nothing will make you my first love
But you will be memorialized as my first lover