Fireworks

Lips to lips.
Tongue to
clit. I'm loving
this shit.

I never once
never
thought I'd
go down on
a girl.

I especially
never thought
it'd be her.

I feel lightning
circulating through
my veins, the very
center of it
being my heart,
caught in a hurricane,
whenever we make
love.

Then, when it's
my turn, and she
turns me over and
my panties come
off,
hot
damn...

Her tongue
dances it's
seductive way
across me. Into
me. Every single
cell in my body
screams for
more
more
more.

I can feel her
fingers,
going
deeper
deeper
deeper
inside and it
hurts a little.

It makes me want
to scream my
head off with words
like "ouch"
or "oh, yes" or
"GODDAMN FUCK ME FUCK ME EVERY DAY ALL DAY ALL NIGHT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HARDER."

Then, I remember,
I'm still in
my room, in
my house, and
there's a swarm
of Mormons just in
the other room and
all I can do is moan
softly and
breath
breath
breath

so my lungs
don't collapse into
themselves like a black-
fucking-hole.

Every touch,
electrifying.
Every kiss,
hypnotizing.
Every orgasm,
like a star dying.

Fuck.

I'm trying
so hard not to
let her know I'm
not good at this.

I'm trying
so hard not to
let her know this
is my first time
with a girl.

Fuck.

I'm failing. My
inexperience shows
just as naked in
the light as I do.

She doesn't seem to
care. Right now, she
is everywhere. My hair
spills out onto the
bed and pillows and
onto my face and
like a waterfall.

Lesbian sex may
be the hottest
thing I've ever
experienced.

Except for the
after part, where we
both put our clothes
back on and wash our
hands and giggle.

When best friends,
become girlfriends,
become fuckers,
and become lovers...

fireworks.

Fireworks dazzle before
my eyes and I wasn't
even this happy
last fourth of July.

Not. Even. Close.