it starts with hot breath


he leans in to kiss her


she runs her fingers through his hair


all you can hear is their heavy breathing


and the beat of two hearts in sync.



his hands run down her back


they break away


she looks in his eyes


“are you sure you want to do this?”


she nods.



before they know 


shirts are on the floor


the last bits of clothes falling off


she smiles and kisses him


and its gone.



an entanglement of bodies


lips to lips


chest to chest


shut eyes


quiet smiles.



a perfect cliche


the epitome of teenage years


your lips next to mine


falling asleep in your arms


in a chicago hotel  

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