The sweet aroma of his Obsession set my mind free. Free to drift back to the time we were together and nothing else mattered, but his love. This was the time I had given myself to him, or any man. I can feel the softness of his touch, the sweet taste of his lips, and the tenderness of his voice. This is the one I want, the man I want to make love to. Everything about him/us seemed so right. I love him, he loves me, all we have now are the memories. The memories of our love, until the day we are back together again, until the day I can feel the safety of being held in his arms.

Amber Dawn

Summer 1990