That Fateful Afternoon

It happened on a Summer afternoon.

We were drunk on beer and desire.
There was nothing more to do… But give in.

We kissed and it was like our lips had touched in another life.

The walls around us exulted with fire.

We got hold of each other like there was no one else in the world.

The sexual tension was so evident, one could draw its limits.

We let our bodies go.

On that Summer afternoon, we were nothing.

We were emotion, the chills we felt, our fingers intertwining.

Tell me… Tell me we can go back.

Tell me… Tell me I can be all yours.

Tell me… Tell me you are all mine!

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