Twenty-eight years ago today

February 17, 1979

I tasted your love for the very first time

Before

I felt your sting of hurt and pain

The day began with a cold, hard rain

But

This was the day I waited for all my life

Into your bed you became my wife

Antipcipation

Fear

Love and

Hate

Mixed with the soft snow of fate

I had to taste you

I needed your love

On a cold winter's night

I made love to a dove

Your flowing, sweet juices intertwined with mine

Sweet cherry juice flowed, you were so, so fine

Now

Twenty eight years later I awaken in a bed of thorns

The love I thought was true, is gone

But

That doesn't diminish the love

I felt tasting your beautiful skin

The pain, joy, hurt and pleasure

I felt that night made me sin and

I LOVED IT!!