You were the first honest thing I had felt.

Your taste was that of safety and the begining of a new home. Your voice was the sound of pure innocence and I wanted in.

Your body being the first real thing I had felt in a while, I almost couldn't comprehend.

Until I had curled up in your lap and cried for a time and you held me I didn't know what a sense of security was.

The warmth of your body was the only thing to ever touch me without a cold intention.

You being the first to delicately tear my mind apart, thank you. You were more gentile with me that the act of holding a flower. Time's gone by and the petals have withered, so did the love you once held for me.