bluedragon1

I remember my first time

I was only nineteen

I was older than she

And she was so fair and serene

It was out in the barn I remember

It was the close of a lush summer day

The evening was scented with clover in bloom

And the fragrance of freshly mown hay

I remember she moved a bit closer

And the touch of her body was warm

In her eyes there was a look of contentment

As she snuggled her head on my arm

I was so awkward and trembling

And trying as hard as I could

She helped by patiently waiting

As a loved one who understood

Seemingly long hours late I stood

Uncertain to stay or to run

Sweating and weak and fearful

For the thought of the deed I'd done

As I made my way back to the house

I'll never forget I vow

The thrill and joy I felt as a boy

On the day that I first milked a cow