Nothing assaults the senses like the chill air of a summer's evening,

Forearm follicles as erect as a pubescent boy's expectation of his young penis 

Or nipples hardening through your silken blouse. 

The smell of summer love when two bodies collide in passion

It has the warmth of the day yet exacerbated and put to fire by your sensual touch, 

Sweat from our movements and desires escalates fast as the night progresses, 

We tasted each other longingly 

With a fervent hope of more like this in the future,

You held my sex, giving me so much, 

So much more than you received 

Leaving a lasting memory that still lives nearly fifty years on 

That was then, a one-off, no-repeat sensation for two young loves, 

I wanted more but sunrise meant you were gone 

Feeling sorry for myself in the passing weeks and months

You had moved on and were now unobtainable 

Luckily for me, we had each other that summer night 

Now it's dawn and my remembered first lover has flown.