My hands grab her thin hips
pulling her body close to mine
I lean down and lock our lips.
A kiss with the passion of the first
time.
Something I have dreamt to see
since our eyes met through the crowd.
Her breasts pressed up against me;
our souls dancing high on a cloud.
A loud thump sounds as my heart
fills with a feeling I can’t explain.
Our gentle embrace ends and we part,
but her bright red lipstick remains.
My weary eyes open a crack,
but just my cold ceiling looks back.
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