The sun began to hide, she ran, as fast as her heals let her, clacking along the sidewalk
The sun was almost gone, she was late, her bag fell off her shoulder as she stomped the ground at full speeds.
The sun was gone, she stopped, looked into the window of a small little French restaurant in this big city.
There he was, all dapper, all suited up, black hair, tan skin, luscious lips. She could not stop looking trying to catch her breath, trying to understand why she decided to run towards him.
I don’t run toward anyone, not ever, why him? If I walk slowly away from here he’ll never know I’m near. She though a little while as her toes began to tingle and her heart beat slowed.
He, was there, waiting, patiently, secretly nervous, unsure what to expect, assured she was not coming.
He saw her, looking in, she saw him looking out.
Like a moth to a flame, pulled by his gaze she floated in towards him.
He couldn’t help but to rise and meet her half way.
They did not know what this was, without lifting their gaze from each other they drank red wine, they ate, they laughed.
He walked her out, he held her hand, he looked deep in her eyes and he swam in her beauty.
She held him close, to say goodbye, as if in dreaming and not awake, he kissed her lips.
Like fire. A flame. As red as passion. Filled the air, explosions, thunder.
She was lost in him he was lost in her….they were lost to the world.
In the night they found a dream worth always dreaming, there was no goodbye they could utter, they had to have each other.
He was lost in lust, passion, she was lust passion, connection.
Together they danced until the sun came back, as she realized the night was gone, he stood up at the reddest dawn.
Time no longer stood still, life began again, he kissed her goodbye. There she was, still in her mind, dreaming.
He was gone. She was there. What had happened no one will know or care. She didn’t dream such a dream, she felt it in her heart, soul, and skin.
He was gone. She’s still there, still, in the red passionate night, stuck night after night, waiting, hoping, lost in a dream she couldn’t of dreamnt.
She does not know how else to suppress the yearning for such passion, she seeks it in the air and finds not one like him.
She does not know how to tame the fire he ignited in her. She will never find him again….red as red passion now red as red pain.
(Bleed not for him child, live and love with passion, the right time will come, when the dream will be better then anything you could ever dream. )
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