From that first Friday afternoon we greeted one another, and almost hesitantly struck a conversation
Not hesitant out of fear, or trepidation
Simply because of the electrocuting sparks we sent off when we looked into each other's eyes
I had nothing else in my mind, but ripping the clothes of your back, and feeling your hot breath against my face - begging, wailing for me to stop
But in the same breath, pleading for more
They say some things are better left for the imagination, but my mind could not let go of your soft, voluptuous, hazelnut brown figure
Luckily you felt the same, and fate smiled upon us...