laughing, flipping her hair, sharing her thoughts, feeling "alive"
morphing into longer looks, deeper thoughts, more intimacy

first touch: as innocent as possible, as electric as ever
one car stayed parked, the other carried us both

"my place or yours?" was in her eyes
so I made her decision seem like mine

I remember her purse hit the floor first
then her blouse and skirt and shoes

a blur at the time and maybe even now
her arched back, her bare breasts 

the pressure of her thighs against my ears
her fingers through my hair

her wetness, her womanness, her whole life story
seemed to flow, release, and pulse

she pulled me up, and took me in
I watched her spirit ignite and her inhibitions escape

she tasted me and in doing so, her
"we're the perfect drink," she sighed

and no one has known, until now.