Young Love in 94

In the glow of the harvest moon's embrace,
Debra found a tender space.
A church hayride in '94
A time of wonder. A time of grace.

Fourteen summers graced her face,
With eyes that sparkled in autumn's lace.
A boy she’d known for all their lives
Joined her there in that special place.

Amidst the laughter, the creak of the cart,
She felt a flutter within her heart.
In the hay they sat, her church friends near,
The boy was sweet and kind in heart.

With his kiss she blushed and smiled.
With soft embrace his warmth beguiled.
Once, then twice, their lips did meet,
No longer was this girl a child.

Beneath the heavens, a quilt to share,
A gift from mother, crafted with care.
Wrapped in warmth, their dreams took flight,
Their heads were bowed as if in prayer.

His hand, a wanderer, found its way,
Beneath her blouse where secrets lay.
A touch, a sigh, her nipple’s warmth.
He found a heaven there in the hay.

Magic swirled as the wagon rolled.
Two souls were warmed against the cold.
With hands and eyes and lips embrace
The story of love would soon be told.