Several first times.

Then she seemed to retreat into the folds
the ragged fabric of her thoughts
She blended into the wholesomeness of his existence
she intertwined her thoughts with those of his
She plucked out his pain with the feeling of bliss
He should enjoy the spring's pointless beauty
his prehensile mind relieved from the otherwise infinite duty
He always was her most awaited of distractions
like being woken from a disturbing dream
She lived her wish of being his jobler
last of her blanket attempts to win him over
There will be another first time.