Late Love,Lost Love

What was so different about that day? We had met many times before. Perhaps a spark had ignited That we were unaware of Until the fire swept us away, Or the still waters of personal passion Caught us in their hidden depths. With the sun shining and you dressed in cream It all seemed so bright and right When our unprompted lips eagerly touched And melted together with magnetic force. Electricity was in the air that day As nature stood gloriously still and silent Blessing our sublime sacrament with awe. Crossing the bridge into our own Garden of Eden We tasted of the first fruit of knowledge. Your unhooked bra let your milky white breasts Tumble free,your crimson papillae pert and proud, While you arched your back to receive me into your innermost sanctum. Complete harmony ruled the celestial spheres As we fused in holy and ecstatic union. That mystical moment hallowed our bonding For which we should really thank Providence In providing sacred moments of pleasure That we will forever treasure.