You were the first man I opened my heart to. The first to stick their hand into my inner workings and feel my beating clock. The first to play with my heart strings like a harp as your nimble fingers tried so gently not to break them. The first who dared to take a sword to my demons. The first to save me. The first whisper that so eagerly told you how trembling sensitive my mouse ears are. The first to grab me by my eyes and make me swim in your forever changing irises. The first thumb that gets to stroke against my cherry lips. The first kiss that ignites us like wild beast bathing in fire. The first hands who lit my body ablaze and left me trembling in the hot embers. The first to grab me by my hair and growl 'mine' against begging lips. The first chest that allowed me to touch fire. The first hips that were licked by fire. The first words that were laced in fire and ash. The first time I knew I was going to be your Persephone. The first time you knew you were going to be my Hades. The first to corrupt me. The first to make me holy. The first who kept my heart for so long and the first restraint I willing wish to stay in. You are the first man I opened my heart to and I wish for you to be the Last.