The rush of helplessness, the crumbling resistance

The billowing warmth, the trembling of lips

She remembered it all

Her first kiss, her first sin.

The swimming giddiness, the wild tremors

Sweet as honey, yet more painful than the bee’s sting

Her impatient wiggle, his barely there restain

Her dizzying world, his restless moan.

She reminisced it all, vividly, nostalgically

Only if she could passage back in time

And relieve it all again,

Her first kiss, her first tryst with constrain.