The First

She was my first; they say you always remember. It was years past now and still I recall. Her hair fell over her left shoulder. I can see the fold of her eye lids, the way her top revealed an ample breast. Her gracious nose, the curve of her chin and I still admire those, thoughtful, penetrating eyes. And then her lips...oh, so sweet. Her neck even finer and her blood, well - that was the best of all.

© 1996, Mosquitobyte