The weeping shady willow slowly swayed in the soft summer wind
Beneath of which my most vivid memory begins
By the appeal of young lust in the days of our prime
We were drawn together to this moment in time

In a meadow of dandelions our bodies embraced
As she bared her breast my heart went to race
With her eyes of blue so innocent yet wild
It was clear to see she was no longer a child

The curves of her buttocks, the shape of her hips
Were as pleasing to touch as my sister’s silk slips
As if everything I ever wanted was opened to me
To share her **** ****** body, my soul finally free

As I nosed her belly ever so lightly I felt her quiver
Lower and lower I went as it turned to a shiver
So softly I touched as her virginity flowed
I felt as if I could peer into her soul

We shared in sweet passion to a deeper degree
I gently inserted as she pulled back her knees
For a while I managed to stay in control
When she scratched down my back it was time to reload

That day with nature we were naturally exposed
For lovin’ is like music, an art to compose

I do not feel a thing, my dear,
No, I do not feel a thing.
I notice not the looming clouds,
Nor the rain which they will bring.
I gave it all up...yes!, gave it all up,
Gave everything away.
But I've yet to miss a single thing,
At least as of today.
I do not laugh, I do not smile,
But, yet, I do not cry.
Nor do I feel the loneliness,
Upon the word "goodbye."
For I have learned one lone truth,
Of which I have no doubt.
That there is nothing in this life,
Which I can't live without.