A first time,

Following close, fingers entwined. A back room, hidden from view. Mattress, night stand, lamp, bare minimum. Laying down, close to you. Clothes removed, sweaty palms, nervous laughter. "I'll take it slow." Finding your rhythm, matching you. Riding waves, a slight pain. "Should I stop?" Head shakes, keeping up motions. All of three minutes, something you've treasured is now taken.

Was it worth it?