But Not a Moment to Waste

The first time. Trembling. Excited.
The underwear. The hipbone. Delighted.
The new kiss, the unexpected turn.
The quick ending after the slow burn.

The same, but new.
A dream, but true.
The promise. The wonder.
The sharing. The plunder.

But later (... and not so much so...
The sweat has dried, the heart is slow)
And you have more time, not just time to kill,
And Maslow brings more needs to fill...

That a longer leg will never meet -
That a flatter stomach will not beat -
That a better kiss will not sate -
That seem so hard to evaluate...

Such subtle things that make two one...
Some mix of serious, but also fun...
A blend of different, but also shared,
A balance of forgiven, but also dared.

'Til the thousandth time. Together. Mated.
Knowing all... yet at peace... fated.
The familiar kiss, the beloved taste.
Years to come, but not a moment to waste.