Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Sex, Drugs, & Other Magical Things



I never felt as free, as the first time I tried it.
I guess I was mad at myself, because I promised myself I wouldn't
Told myself I shouldn't
But I did, and I liked it.
He said everything was going to be ok, as he pushed the hair out of my eyes,
Don't worry I'll take care of you he said, and he did.

I never felt as free, as the first time I tried it.
The cool breeze didn't feel as it should against my bare skin.
I stood there naked looking over the cars and the clouds
And I felt free.
He said come inside, you'll catch a cold.
Told myself I should,
But I didn't, and I was fine.

I never felt as free, as the first time I tried it.
His naked skin pressed against mine,
As goosebumps traveled down my spine,
For moments there I slipped in and out of ecstasy.
He told me that I would
And I did, and I liked it.

He told me you'll never feel as free as the first time that you try it
He was right, and I haven't,
But perhaps I'll try and try again.