Melissa at a party year eleven White skin like milk - with just a few freckles That night you were my little piece of heaven Our passion burning bright with fiery sparkles. Your silky hair was jet black like a raven - As to me tonight your kingdom falls! Melissa, sweet honey girl - attracting bees - And that night we both did as we pleased.
Fumbling;- beginner's love, - both seventeen Not much experience; - except the year Before that, diff'rent girl (I was sixteen). Expectations rise - though with a bit of fear - Is this the real thing - or just a dream? Emotions flood us - we hold each other near; - Dear God in heaven - give me just a taste! Sweet Melissa - I remember your embrace.
Young love that night had broken all its strictures As hot feelings found full consummation. (At least that's what they tell us in the pictures - In practice a more messy situation). To me my dear Melissa now surrenders - And vice a versa - what infatuation! As in an ecstasy our youthful passion Found frisson and excitement in this fashion.
Big waves are building - but to break on the shore - With both our hearts now sighing with devotion; (I will use the sea now as a metaphor - For what is first love but a raging ocean?) Caught in a sweet embrace we still want more - Remember your first time - a revelation! Well that is what happened at this party - Where Melissa vanquish'd her virginity.
I write this now - as looking back through time - Now thirty years have gone - where did they go? And this the start of love-life most sublime Which started there in Bell those years ago. My belle in Bell (I could not resist that line) And woman since have been delight and woe - If I told all now - then you would have an epic; - So I better halt my discourse on this topic.