The night you said, “hello,”
my heart skipped a beat
and you said your place was near
and that spark brought on the heat.
We climbed the stairs so quickly
and you fumbled with your keys;
as the door closed behind us
you knew exactly how to tease.
Soon your shirt was gone
and soon my heart was still
and soon the night grew long,
each minute a greater thrill.
The sun rose in the sky
as I finally fell asleep
with you safely in my arms
as if you were mine to keep.
But the truth is cold and hard
and love a fickle thing;
but still you stole my heart
during this fleeting fling.
Autumn Siders 