and they fell into the bed , performing the dance of lovers , falling faster and faster each moment they were intertwined , their eyes closed in ecstasy.
they had known each other for only a few hours , but they already knew one another in ways their best friends didn't.
a couple drinks had slid easily down their throats , a couple kisses , one had picked up the other and carried them to the car.
in the morning , they wouldn't quite remember. they wouldn't really remember the brief moments of love they had felt as they fell softly , quickly , into the hole of eros.
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AGAPE, Poetry
Poetry" 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 form of love . . . in which...i tell stories of love for i can not experience the love myself. or , in which i write poetry and prose.
