By Samantha Rebarchak, <srebarchak@yahoo.com>
Date: 15 December 1998

The First

For Scotty....

The air lingers heavy and sweet with summer,
full of promise and adventure.
The fire is there; you feel it too,
growing stronger with each passing second
threatening to consume us in its fit of passion.

The butterflies are dancing now,
the dance of longing and wonder,
the excitement mounting as our eyes meet,
drowning each other in the tension of the moment.
Like  two freight trains relentless in course
our lips seek to end the denial.
Our bodies entwining; reveling in the pleasure
this end brings.

The passion grows hot and sweet with the sultry
Summer air, so thick it almost hurts.
The scene rehearsed a thousand times in the deep of sleep 
unfolds itself in every touch,
and every meeting of lips.
The sheer pleasure is painted on each window,
foggy as if in the midst of dream.

A breathless meeting of souls,
separated only by eachother,
brought together by passion, pure and relentless
in this one sweet moment of recklessness 
and abandon.
A moment which will remain in our minds
and in our hearts forever, never to be forgotten.