I know my body wasn’t yours first.
Hands had smeared lust and love across my skin years before I knew what your tongue tasted like.
And some of them meant the world to me for a day,
Others for years,
Some for merely a few hours before I kicked them out of bed,
But they have not left flags where they conquered, for you to find in the middle of the night
As you climb from my thighs to the nape of my neck.
You will find no reminders of them in the folds of my stomach or the freckles on my cheeks.
You weren’t the first,
You are the last.
Stop hunting for reasons to doubt yourself,
And kiss me.