the first time she saw him she was speechless
his eyes were so blue she swore he could read her soul
his hair was black as night and his skin
was warm and tanned as she sat there taking
him in she wondered what it would feel like to hold him
she longed to feel his strong arms around her
caressing her skin, running his fingers through her hair
the heat of the midsummer night was upon them now
as she fought her urge to grab him and kiss his sweet lips
he removed his shirt and his body was as perfect as she had imagined
he was by far the most beautiful man she had ever seen
she felt this was fate but how could it be? she could hardly bring herself to say hello
did he notice her staring at him? watching his every move?
if he did she was sure he was intentionally torturing her
she saw him sweating in the heat and knew exactly what to do
she lightly bit her bottom lip in anticipation
he closed his eyes and she began to pour water on him
rippling streams of cool liquid trickled
down his chest and stomach
she couldn't stand it anymore
it was way too much
she wrapped her arms around him
and they shared the most passionate kiss
either one of them would ever have
from that moment it was clear
that they were fated to be together
neither one questioned why they met
and the heat of the summer never died