It was a love story. Boy meets girl and girl meets boy. Boy takes girl to the cinemas; girl goes with boy to the club. Share drinks with friends and begin to party. Boy likes girl who learns to like boy, she dances and in seduction smiles in the middle of the dance floor where murder and lust collide with fantasies. Secrets were bared and clothes were shed and flesh was scarred and bruised in sweet caress of earthly longing. A boy meets girl story…
The blinding passion overrides the question of rules and deceit - it was love and as blind as love is, it is right in the eyes of a lover. Man in love loses logic and ethics, bound to the call of the heart and of carnal longing brought by scorching kisses.
She was young and he was not so old, the exchange of shy smiles and feigned innocence taunted the seduction that lay beneath. The faces of friends proudly scream and tell the world of nights and days that boy and girl spent with them - bathed not in secrecy, but in classic romance of man wooing woman, worshipping the ground she walks on. And she was not so plain - her eyes glint with the treason and fire that mirrored his own as the night went on and sang its song of moonbeams and stars, of naked truths and supposed love.
It went like Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, and it took them both not too long. As she gave her heart to him and he opened up his soul. Yes, the days passed and voices talked and criticized. But they held ground and dwelt in the righteous revolution as they shared their dreams in bed - lights turned off and doors locked up. The beating of hearts went faster and breathings became shallow. Then they are reborn.
It was fate.
It was lust.
It was a boy meets girl story,
And of love defined by sex and drinks.
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