Innocence

softest satin bedsheets
the color of wine,
light filtering in
through the cracks
in the blinds

this was the day
I first told you
how I loved you

and you told me
that forever you
would be mine

I had been yours
from the first time
I had locked onto
those deep dark eyes,

you had known
when you saw my
awkward smile

and the way I shifted
my glance toward the floor
how I adored you

and I stuttered the first
words I ever spoke
because with you so close
I could hardly stand

wobbly knees and
shaking hands,
a blush in my cheeks

as the thought
came to me
of what you could do
with those hands,

and when your
work calloused hands
so gently touched my skin,
making a kind of music
never dreamed of
until then

I bent to your whim
lied down and asked
you to take my innocence

on your wine colored
sheets in the light
of a beautful day