What firsts can we best beat?
No space pressed up 
on my breast filled chest,
repeating our contacted eyes.
How far can I reach,
arch my hips back in tune 
locked in your air shifting angle.
till your hand grabs my back
routed for my finger filled mouth,
finished by your splitting edge crown.

I will jump over quick
and break away from our slump,
only to sit on the toilet 
and feel all pulses stop.
But if I could tiptoe back
to the room once more
fall back into the steep- 
clouded puff of your arms,
I would.