First Love

The water glistened with the brilliance of the moon. The silken swells of water reflected the beauty of the night. They were alone. Alone to enjoy each other. The night was warm, but the ever present breeze along the shore was comforting. Her soft and delicate hair was affectionate to his touch. His fingers teased through her hair, stroking her affectionately. Her creamy skin seemed endless and unbroken. Smooth and soft to his touch. He couldn't seem to remember his first love, or any other love for that matter. Tonight she was all that mattered to him. Her eyes stared into his. Her eyes articulated the same adoring affection he felt for her. Each glint reflecting the moon's passionate existence in them. His thumb pressed against her palatable opened lips. Their savory moistness began to arouse him. He leaned forward to kiss her. He knew she would be with him forever. As he lifted from their infatuated kiss, he wiped the blood from the crevice of her lips. He angled his head admiring the crimson erupting gash upon her throat. He remembered how she struggled, such fight. He could still see that same fight flowing from her naked body. A smile inched upon his lips, he was beginning to remember. He sat naked and aroused embracing her empty corpse. He rocked himself blithely back and forth. A small gush of air moved the creeping currents along the water. The night was beautiful, and he could now remember his first love.