It was the middle of the night when she came. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. I opened my eyes and I saw her standing there. I reached out and drew her towards me. She snuck in and we shared the cold. I put my arms around her and closed my eyes. It was a dream. I had her beside me, under the sheets. I felt her face on mine. I could tell how sweet she tasted just by the scent of her. I moved my head around, nudging her face till our lips met. I wet my lips.
We opened doors that were supposed to remain shut. We let go, gave in, and didn't hold back. We were lost in rhythm, in passion, in fate. She tasted so good and felt so right.
It was the beginning and the prelude to the end. Should we keep or should we forget the memory of the first night of the life we never had?
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