I caressed all her curves lightly, and delicately, with a fresh body wash. I toweled her dark features dry, making sure to be real gentle because this was our first time together. My inspection of her body was slow and meticulous and I did my best to memorize all of her, because I didn’t know how long we would be together. Maybe it would be just this one time. Maybe for life-- you’re not sure when your young and I wanted to imprint all of her in my mind. She was ready for action, and so was I. We wouldn’t delay any longer; she was ready for me to be with her. I still remember it as if it were today.

      I slid into her real slow, adjusting myself into a comfortable position. I strapped myself in and pumped her gently to get her warmed up. Then I turned her on, like only she could be. I felt her purr like a newborn tiger cub. I gripped her tightly and pushed down hard and slow. The power in her was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My adrenaline began to flow steadily making me rise to the moment. She was as warm as I was and I slipped into gear. What a rush! The power we shared came out of us. We got those first unsteady moments of who goes first and then moved fast, only to break suddenly. Like two race horses flying out of the gate trying to see who would be first. It came slowly to us, but soon we were in sync. Every move was mutual.

      When she went up I sunk down into her; when she came down to earth, I hovered with her in that split second of stillness. Then we came down together. Our love was almost perfect. Like the first time you realize you can fly in your dreams only to realize that it is just a dream. But, who cares when you have that one moment of perfection. Now I took her into the dark shadows of my soul and did things mo man should dare. “Faster”, she screamed in my ears. We moved together in the twilight, lasting as long as we both could. The night was ours to have, where we could show our true selves and hide in plain sight--letting others slip past us on their way to life--while we moved together in and out like stalking lions ready to pounce on any opportunity and strike fast and furiously. She was my sanctuary and my alter. The noises we made as we moved made most people look and others cower in fear and revulsion; but a few, yes a few, would look on with tears in their eyes to see these two that were in love. All and all, I didn’t care. I was in love with the most perfect girl of the time. That day will always be a true turning point of my life and manhood.

      Now she is old and used. Patches scar her appearance, and she doesn’t move like she used to. Don’t get me wrong. We still have fun together, but not like that first time. I still love my gorgeous 1976, Chrysler Cordoba. She is one hell of a machine.