I remember the first time. The first time you said my name, "Oh, hello Leonard, nice to meet you." The way that your lips moved and my name flowed so naturally out of them. You paired your words with your beautiful smile, a smile that set my heart at ease.

The first time I held you in my arms; your body trembled with anxiety until I looked you in your eyes and told you how good you felt. Then the trembling stopped, as your body seemed to melt into a beautiful comfort, and your eyes told me to never let you go.

The first time we made love; you stood before me wrapped in only your natural beauty. You reached out to me, totally uninhibited, showing only a sense of blessed peace and bearing the look of true love. You took my hand and held it tight, guiding me through the secrets of your erotic being. I remember the first time you called my name, "Oh Leonard," those words filled with the expression of a beautiful pleasure, pleasure your body told me was new.

The first time you said, "I love you." My heart filled with an uncontrollable joy— pushing out the tears of my loneliness, sending them away…forever.