I met you at Cafe de Margots <br />A beautiful sunny morning in Paris <br />Me...The american man in a foreign land <br />You...The belle of the land. <br />We takled and spoke of life and love <br />You took my hand and made your stand. <br />'Meet me at L'Hotel D'Paris' you said <br />Fearful I paused but my heart said yes. <br />I agree. <br />The hour approaches <br />I am wearing the colours of your country <br />Blue jacket, white pants, red striped shirt. <br />WOW! My heart beats as I see you <br />wearing your turqoise taffeta sundress. <br />We are to dine at L'Tour de Eiffel <br />I am living a dream <br />I offer to pay...She insists she must <br />for she asked me. We venture down the <br />streets of Paris We embrace in a waterfall. <br />You taught me the meaning of Love. <br />Walking Hand in Hand...Arm In Arm <br />Approaching The Hotel Of Paris <br />Dripping Whet <br />Ascending to the room <br />Undressing and Drying each other off passionately...simultaneously <br />You wear my white cotton dress shirt and a beautiful pink thong <br />Putting the Beautiful French Music On. <br />Sabrina...You Dance Around Me <br />Take Me in Your Arms <br />This Man in a Foreign Land...Fallen Prey to your charms. <br />We Make Love all night inside each others silken bodies. <br />The morning comes early <br />Things to do...Studies ahead <br />Understanding that this may come to an end <br />'Sabrina I understand if you are not here when I return' <br />Responding quickly 'No, No I will be here I want to be with you' <br />Sabrina, Thank you <br />For You Have taught me what Love Is <br />You Have Taught Me What Love Is. <br /> <br />Peter B LeBuhn<br /><br />Peter LeBuhn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-first-love/
