My Very First Time

I remember my first He was the temperament of my brass crescendo Rain down on me Let me feel the notes from tempo Keying in rythem of cognito My heart pound beats of desire Let the notes escape the fire Into a metaphoric hold of dreams Tantic rythem, droning sax Poetic verse calling back As eyes wide shut yearning desire I felt loved by the tunes That blow my mind with resonence I feel loved by his essence Moved by passion magnificent Tunes float into dreary space Drifting into extreme extacy It was only one love And he was my only true love He was my first love The sound music Brought me back in time to the very first time I made love Angela Khristin Brown