One & Only

March 20, 2020

“Tonight, I just want to hold you,” he said; so, that’s 
what we did. I slept inside his built arms, he slept 
in mine. The light peeking through the white 
curtains woke first me, then he. 


The birds chirped. His muscular body 
pressed up against me. My hand rested 
on the small of his back, his on my hip. 
I smiled at his beauty. 


His ebony eyes, eyebrows, and hair accentuated 
his rosy lips. Stunning. Awake now, his neck 
bent forward and his eyes closed again. I knew 
what was near. 


His soft, perfect lips made contact with mine, pace escalating 
within seconds. All of my insecurities vanished when we 
moved as one. I followed his lead like a Swan Lake flawless 
duet, and for once it was easy, right. 


His tight embrace provided me comfort, and his touch made 
the skin on my back electric. I wished to look at him for 
eternity and peck every inch of his beautiful body. I did not 
want to leave that bed, our private paradise. 


I wondered if what I experienced—those overwhelming sensations 
down my spine, legs, and hands each time his extensions danced 
across and in my pale skin—was only my virgin body reacting to a 
man, sole sexual attraction. 


After that morning the answer came when we 
parted, when I felt meaningless and empty without 


I realized, after one night, I only belonged in his arms. Our 
constructed architectures, that complement one another like 
puzzle pieces, were deliberately designed to be together. I was 
meant to spend my life with him: my first and only man. 



he, him, his

College of Arts & Sciences 

Class of 2022, Psychology 

Women, Gender, and Sexualities Studies minor 


Jake is a student athlete on the U.Va. Swim and Dive Team. He has always loved poetry and writing to express himself during times of hardship and stress. However, he was finally able to take a poetry class during his second semester in college, when he wrote these pieces. During this time, he explored his sexuality and feelings about his first relationship with a man. He took another poetry class in the fall semester, and cannot wait to continue to develop his writing skills. 




“I wanted to explore my feelings about my current relationship with a man. Although I enjoy my vulnerability, I am more proud of my writing in this poem. This poem was revised for 6 months to reach its final product.” 


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