I remember it as if it was yesterday

The Frst Time I held You in my arms…

I had woken up, from what seemed as Purgatory, or even like the Fires of Hell itself…

But Your beatiful face filled my view

Then, I found myself in Heaven

Because neither Hell, nor Purgatory are any places for Angels…

You are my very own Angel,

Rosalie

~o~

I remember, when I woke up

You were there

Everything was so clear, all colors, smells, the Rays of Sun,

But brightest of them all was You, my Star, my Sun, my Light, my very own Angel

~o~

I remember it as if it was yesterday

The First Time I held you in my arms

Your golden hair spread out as a Gloria on the pillow. A Golden Gloria framing Your face

~o~

I remember the taste of Your lips

Your mouth, your tongue, dancing around mine, your half closed eyes…

Your skin against mine, so smooth, so soft, and yet so hard and cool, as the finest polished marble… And yet, so hot…

Or maybe the heat was coming from us… an inner Heat of longing, of desire… an all-consuming fire, the desire to be united

to be One at last.

~o~

My hands remember the form of Your buds

Budding flowers quivering under the heat of the sun …

I remember your hands holding my back

Your tongue caressing me

Your hands dancing over my manhood

Until the Heat overtook us both and you swallowed me whole.

~o~