Nothing assaults the senses
like chill air on a summer's evening.
Forearm hair follicles are as erect
as a pubescent boy's expectation of his young penis.
or nipples hardening through a silk blouse.
the smell of summer love when two bodies collide in passion.
It has the warmth of the day
yet exacerbated and put to fire by sensual touch,
Sweat from our movements
and our desires, escalate as the night progresses.
We tasted each other, longingly..
With fervent hope for more like this in our future,
You held my sex, giving me so much.
So much more than you yourself received
You left me a lasting memory
that still lives inside me nearly fifty years later
That was then,
a one-off, never-to-repeat sensation for two young lovers.
I wanted more,
but sunrise meant you were gone.
Feeling sorry for myself in the passing weeks and months
You had moved on
and were then unobtainable.
Luckily for me, I remember that summer night.
But now it's dawn,
You and my virginity have flown.
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