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.