What line, what beauty to behold,
her shape impressed me from the beginning.
Each curve, a story yet untold,
in looking her over, my joy never ending.

The thought of possessing her was compelling,
as I stroked the flanks of this new friend.
Her color brought a warm goodness to my being,
such smoothness to her skin could never end.

I opened her now to my full view
and gasped at the luxury of her dressings.
Her equipment familiar, yet all new.
I slipped into her, counting my blessings.

We rode together in a fond embrace,
feeling her smooth skin at my side.
in ecstacy we increased the pace,
experiencing the onrushing tide.

She was the perfect first for me,
such joy I shall never forget.
I'll remember how we moved so free,
that drive in my first Corvette.

Albert F.Bowden, Orleans, Ontario. Canada

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