Side by side, holding your hand
Walking bare foot on the white sand
Thats what I remember about our first  trip

You talking about Harley's suspension
With Tolstoy in hand, I was explaining Tennyson
Slowly, steadily we were coming under Cupid's  grip

First kiss was like tasting God's nectar
Taking off your clothes near fire place was a factor
For heat between us, you held my back, I grab your hip

Your making faces while hearing my fable
Snapping my hand under the table
Our journey started, like ocean meeting a sailing ship

~TallGuy