Look me in the eyes. Tell me how you plan to take me for the first time. Will our lips be blessed by the passage of passion and desire's press? Will you make me gasp as you assert dominance with your mighty grasp? Will you lift my dress to inhale my sternum's breadth, your deep fingers wet? Is it from behind with your teeth on my neck's nape, your palms on my spine? Will you have me claimed in the silence of the night that breaks from our names? Will you hold me, dear, and promise to keep me safe so I dare not fear? Look me in the eyes. Tell me how you plan to take me for the first time.