The attraction was instantaneous, and the timing impeccable.
In a drunken fog, we connected in the dark hall. Your legs coiled around my hips as we struggled to satisfy our carnal appetites.
So soon over, but it painted a lasting memory.
I remember your face, the taste of your lips, the fragrance of your skin, and the feel of your sex. We believed we had time, and I did not learn your name.
We were separated back in the party chaos, where I later sought you to no avail.
I still search and find you in my painted memories.
