The first girl I have ever loved

I fell in love with a girl this summer,
and in doing so,
I fell in love with myself.
I learned to love the wild, crazy parts
of my inner tornado.
The dark, deep places
within myself that no one has ever understood,
not even me.
This is the story of how,
as a result of the sexiest first kiss I’ve ever had,
my heart got hijacked.
Of how a 33 year old Mexican fireball,
covered in tattoos,
six inches shorter than me,
completely intoxicated me.
Of how she actually wanted me to be drunk.
She loved my dizziness.
Rather than shying away from my infatuation with her,
she kept wanting more
and more
and more.
I gave her everything.
It was never enough for either of us.
Rather than hiding from pleasure,
she forced me to chase it in every aspect of my life.
I came
and I came
and I came
and I came,
in more ways and positions than one.
This is the story of how,
in the process of having the first woman I have ever loved
shatter my heart and dignity
all over my naïve
and ****ed up mind,
I learned to love through pain.
I learned to be ****ed
in a way that is painful
and rough
and all consuming,
and in doing so,
experienced the utmost pleasure of living.
This is my story with Celina Marie.
~My Love Story

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The first girl I have ever loved