August of 1988:

That August evening...
Under that tree....
It was not yet too dark to see...
The scent of orange blossoms on the breeze...
I gazed at the smoothness of your stomach,
And marveled as the muscles rippled across when you laughed,
Like gentle waves across a millpond...

We were both so young back then...
And nothing else mattered but being there,
When you leaned forward to kiss me...
I felt as though time stood still,
The taste of your lips, so warm and wet,
Yet your kiss was so gentle and affectionate...
Never before had I known such a thrill...

I felt the smoothness of your skin,
As you were bathed in the moonlight...
Your scent consumed me,
I became lost in the magic of your touch...

You placed your hands in mine...
And knelt above me,
And we became one that night,

You rose and fell in harmony with my senses,
Until I could no longer bear it...
The pleasure was excruciating...Intoxicating...
And I was breathless,
Entranced by your gaze...

Such a heavenly sight to watch,
Your breasts, so full and firm...
They stood prominent, stretched against the white cotton...
Barley contained, by a single button...

It was one of those nights where the moon was faintly visible above...
And it was the very first time that I ever made love...