He was like a good book that I refused to put down.

The undeniable attraction, looks of passion and the silence that could deafen the world.

Given that this was our first encounter in person, I felt like we were onto something.

Maybe it’s a mutual feeling and possibly to blame for my lack of reservation.

We woke up wrapped in passion.

I was the ribbon and he was the post.

Naturally, I prepared breakfast with sentiment.

Hungry for more, yet still hungry for food; the plate was empty in a matter of minutes.

Usually what ensues after a well proportioned meal is sleep.

And so he did.