My Everlasting Memories of You

I remember the first time we saw each other.

We just walked right past each other, and not a word was said.

Word around the house was that you were "hot stuff", so I rejected the norm, and left you alone, but not for long.

I remember the brief hellos, and subtle winks I would slide your way.

Keeping a cool, calm, and flirty composure in the things I would say.

Seeing you in the grow room, and hearing you talk more, and more my attraction grew.

All the while not knowing I would become a part of you.

I remember the first time I shared myself with you.

That first hook up in your van you had me nervous.

Nervous to be good enough; nervous to be bad enough.

So you saddled up, and I road you like a wild horse, until you took the lead and bent me over your back seat.

I had never felt pain so intimate, and pleasure so deep.

How tightly you gripped my skin.

Holding my body close, pulling my hips in.

My heart racing faster, and faster as the intensity levels grew higher, and higher.

I came all over you, and you came all over me. It was a fair exchange, and it was fire.

I remember the next day, was the first day I kissed you lovingly.

I was so scared to ask you, but you embraced me tenderly.

I thought you might find me distracting, and too fast.

But, to my surprise, you were happy; excited almost, as if you were waiting for me to ask.

That kiss, for me, changed everything; and led us to an evolutionary conversation that would take us from beneficial friends to exclusive mates.

To Be Continued...