First time at last

At last we were us, in a bed after doing it,
after the talks, the drinks and the fights,
nights were no longer awkward for doing it,
the past let us be for more than a while.
We had the red tea and croissants to celebrate,
you made a song that you played with a smile.
At last we had found a first time for doing it
no more fears stuck with it, love conquered hate.


Comments on: "First time at last" (6)

  1. What a lovely comforting poem.

    Although I am not sure about the word “concurred”


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