The First Time... (Poem)

A few nights before Christmas, all family was down
With friends of their own from a way far off town

My sister and I were upstairs in the den
Hanging and chillin with my cousin's best friend

She fell asleep fast, laid out on the floor
So we got up and tiptoed out the porch door

We talked for a while about this and that
Then decided to return and also 'lay flat'

We spoke in hushed tones and he seemed rather eager
'Why not' I thought knowing first times can be meager

In fact it's quite perfect for in days he'll be gone
And all of this awkward wont linger for long

We were very quiet as things got quite heated
And in a few moments we'd both be depleted

But not before my sister sat up in her feelings
And sleepily said "I hate falling off of tall buildings"

She laid back down, having never opened her eyes
And continued to sleep straight through to sunrise

Years later we spoke of that night in my prime
To which she replied "I was awake the whole time"

That awkward I spoke of that was not meant to linger
It turned right around and gave me the finger