First Time Crowned (Fallen Passion Poem)

You were First
We talked till three.
Sleep hit the matronly
And we feasted patiently.
When I jumped
You readily caught.
This had been our thought
The goal, quickly sought
We went up, you went down
My first time crowned
The feeling…
Remarkably un-profound.
Went in to make my move
You didn’t want ‘em removed
Sat back,
Remarkably confused.

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