hot summer night

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their lips were on fire, tasting of chocolate and vodka,

amateur hands leaving a trail of lava on bare skin, it fueled the desire that coursed their veins,

moans of delight and groans of pleasure resonating through the four walls of the beach hut were carried away by the night's breeze, a seductive music to their ears,

the full silver moon, the only witness to their fiery expedition that one hot midsummer night.

a one-time thing that etched its self on the canadian boy's mind, and on the tanned-skin boy's heart.

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