9 December 2012
"Come back to mine for a coffee?" He asked with a wink
I'd always liked this cheeky hottie He knew this is not my drink
I knew what he was really asking Seduced by all the dirty dancing
My eyes, my smile, my flushed nod He wasn't going home on his tod
He led me out, holding my hand We flagged down the first taxi we found
Our first kiss was on the back seat Without a word our lips did meet
Through his front door and up the stairs Removing clothes without a care
Then the moment we'd lusted for Happened on the bedroom floor
Drunk and tangled in a mess We had sex, it was the best
Then afterwards we dressed and returned My reddened knees from carpet burn
We wouldn't talk of this again Back to the party just as friends
Just Friends • Opuss № I