First Love, Then Tears

It was late August, 1986 and the two ladies were both wearing black semi-short, one was shorter, leather skirts, high heels, satin black jackets and standing in front of some statue. Not Liberty, but somewhere near downtown Manhattan and smiling for the camera man.

Her camera man with swept back thick luxurious brown hair barely touching the nape of his neck, white tight jeans, light blue Chambray open-necked shirt showing a thick jungle of chest hair any woman could run her fingers through, one thick gold chain shining when the sun captures its brilliance, and a look of both anticipation and fear. He was consumed, he was cautious, he was giving, he was young.

One leather-clad skirted female left, well ditched rather, because camera man wanted private alone time with mushyface. The sun was setting and the city was coming alive, everywhere. All camera man wanted was to play mushy face with his goddess and the night coming soon did not seem long enough, it was not fair.

Donna Summer, the song "There Will Always Be A You"played in the cars cassette deck and while their driver chauffered, they played with each other. They made the stars in the sky seem faded and distant by exploding stars between them. The fire manifesting between these two hot seeemingly sweaty eternally-bound lovers: not able to be put out by any firehose or problem the planet could throw at them.

The cot and mattress held their emancipation from the world through a sexual frenzy no-one could match or understand; their world was their own playground. A delicious feast of sense-fulfilling and body blowing satiation, a real tantalization made to last an eternity, or so he hoped.

He gave her his all and subtle energies weaved their magic, for she was never going to be without him again. A part of him would be held precious and a part of her would be held discreet. Alas the final time their lips would meet would only hold a future bright . . . and so it is with memories delight, that love came conquering in the night.

The smiles, the laughter, the peaceful feeling he evoked in her soul. They were invinceable, especially together . . . it was a love that made teardrops famous, smiles brighten every aspect, worlds collide, and souls set afire. But, "there will always be a 'him' " . . .