Two people meet up.
Long walks.
Natters by the sea shore.
Dark is the night and cold is the ground,
underneath the stars and fullness of the moon.
He held her hand.
She smiled ever so sweetly.
He made her laugh.
Her eyes sparkled.
He wants to kiss.
She wants to kiss, but wonders if it is too early.
Spontaneous night.
He subtly invited her to go to his place.
She wants to know him more.
He played La Vie En Rose on the Ukulele.
Her heart skipped a beat.
They kissed and kissed some more.
She realized the intention and she wanted more.
He held her like she is his.
And she was so eager.
But then he is was not ready.
But then he is was not ready.
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