My First and Only True Love

It was a beautiful crisp morning of February 4, 2002; I was standing outside having a cigarette and looking around the parking lot. I glanced over to see trucks passing by and that is when I noticed this fine Puerto Rican man walking. The man of my dreams was walking towards me with a big smile on his face.
He had short jet black hair with beautiful light brown eyes; he had a small nose but it was cute. His lips were full and ready to meet mine. His ears were the perfect size for me to nibble on them. He was wearing a long black leather coat that hid his figure. I couldn't tell much with t…