Flame

My skin caught on fire at the club that night. His muscular arms were wrapped around my tiny waist as our bodies swayed to the music. Perfectly in sync. He kissed me so tenderly on the nape of my neck, I almost came right there on the dance floor. Then in one swift motion, he spun me around and we were face-to-face, breathing each other in. His lips were on mine. He tasted like black silk - sweet, creamy and delicious. We fit together like two pieces in a puzzle, our bodies and souls intertwined. I never knew passion like that truly existed. Which is why leaving it behind was the hardest thing I ever had to do.