Late Love,Lost Love

Written by: denis bruce

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.