Take me, pretend it is not
Our first time, I have made love
To you a thousand times before
In my mind my day dreams

And at nights, I am nervous
Fear nothing will equate
My imagination, your virility
It would be awkward

If I sensed, you never touched me
I would be confused perhaps
Even disappointed, I cannot tell
You how you have been in the past

In my thoughts the feeling
Of your skin the weight of your body
The mastery of your hands
As they glide over my curves

The power of your movement
You would probably fall,
Into doubting your abilities
Succumb to performance anxieties

I do not want you to I wish you to
Take me, pretend it is not
Our first time, I have made love
To you a thousand times before.

[Featured painting: Game On by Jack Vettriano]