The Young Man Lying Against Me: My Raw First Time Awakening
In my childhood bedroom. Faded posters on the walls. Single bed creaking under us. Posters of bands I outgrew. Air heavy, stale with old memories. He’s naked against me. Young, smooth skin. Heart slamming my ribs. Thud. Thud. Thud. Will he wake and bolt? Slip out the window like a thief? Or stay till morning…
