It was in the early morning of need... br Where seduction came face to face... br Left behind in the early evening of first desire- br Upon the wings of sweet love... it raced; br br No minutes were lost in awkward foreplay... br Only lust and its most trusty friend- br A teacher in the art of Tantric Love Making... br With patience and a love story- thus penned; br br Tenderness and kindness were all needed... br Crossing the barriers of sky... br As two trees blown into one another... br As if Heaven had descended the sky; br br The wind knew of this climax... br As the mountains flashed a knowing smile- br The flowers bloomed full for the occasion... br Bedded deeply-a love to last for a while; br br And with the setting of the sun... br Perhaps a twilight or dusky retrieve... br Where sweat is as foreign as gooseflesh...