Our late Friday nights,

where the moonlight shines into your car window,

reflecting your feelings into my eyes.

The darkness surrounds us,

hiding the cupid’s bow in your shy smile.

Magnetically getting closer, the air between the escapes.

Your freshly cut hair scraped my skin, a pain I long to last.

That intoxicating taste that lies on your lips.

Your aroma beckons me, making me long for you.

I slowly began to surrender in your arms.

Brief changes appear in our hearts.

Camouflaging our feelings as the fryer grease consumes us.