The First Time


i imagine
	The twinkle in your eyes
i feel
	The softness of your lips
	The warmth of your touch
i smell
	The fragrance of your essence
i hear
	The whelp in your breath
EXPERIENCE
	The passion of your soul
Whirling, wisping, Whirling
	Our energies dance above, and around us
Wisping, whirling, Wisping
	The hot humid air makes us wet, and sticky we do to the plastic liner of the bed
Twisting turning
	Silence of voice
Commands are given and received
	Passion roars like a hot flame on a north winter night
i feel like one with you as the waves crash hard upon my chest forcing my heart to pound
	Over and Over
rhythmically and forcefully we work
exhausted you heap onto me and...

 i smile

To Robin
From David
7/7/93
6:29 AM