Feel the Heat

I remembered that kiss forever. Not a day went by that I didn’t think about that kiss.

I met him at a club a few nights later. Once again we became one. But this time it wasn’t because of the music. We felt each other and touched each other. We kissed but it wasn’t like the first one. He had lost his passion for dance and only had hunger for me. But I didn’t want the hunger, I wanted the passion. If I was hungry I’d go get some food.

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