A poem about the time I broke a bed

Looking into the mirror at my freckles reminds me of yours
your long brown curly hair
I wanted to stick my fingers through it
I wanted to braid it
Remember how bad I wanted to braid it?
You said you had never felt that sensation before
So I sat you beside my thigh
and then the bed broke
The third date in and I broke your bed
god damn
We tried to fix it and failed
instead of deciding to set the mattress on the floor
I am sorry I broke your bed
I was so excited
I couldn't help but bounce a bit
Because I was gonna braid a cute girl's hair
And I did.
Perfectly tied up enough to reach your neck
to kiss you
and who could have ever thought a penis would be so soft?
who could have ever known your neck would be so inviting
and your moans so tasty in my ears
I learned
And I savored
but it all went too quick
And I don't know when it will come back again
But I broke your bed
At least you will have that part of me
and I will be your first hair braider. I am sure you will have many.

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