That evening, I will always remember it as our beginning.

You kissed me for the first time on that beach at dusk.

Your hands held me tight as we kissed. Our tongues danced.

This was the first signal of our love and how it was to grow.

We lay gently on that blanket on the beach. Your hands probing my body, and my hands probing yours.

You slid into me as we made love for the first time.

Married for five years now, and not a day goes by without me thinking of that memory.

Our love only grows.