I remember young love.
Bodies smooth and lithe.
Hands shoved down
Each other's trousers,
Searching for the touch of
Skin that is so satisfying,
But when found,
Craves for the
Ever deeper thrill.
I remember kissing for
Hours, lips parted and
Tongues exploring the
Depths and hollows of
The wet and warm places.
I remember holding one
Another close for that assurance
Of new commitment, and if
Briefly separated,
Never further than a reach
Away.
I remember young love
With its excitement thinking that
We had a secret about which
No one knew. Our love.
Just ours. Under wraps.
So sly were we. So smug.
But, ah, young love,
Everyone knew.
Susan Patterson