It seemed like our eyes only met by chance but when you smiled and asked me to dance I've never believed in love at first glance but something about you had me entranced and we moved all night to the beating of my heart and I guess that's where I felt the first spark
I suppose I was blinded by her dancing's wildness so i asked if she'd like to go somewhere more private but I was surprised by her sudden shyness eventually she slowly, coyly nodded in silence something inside my snapped at that sight and soon we were kissing by flickering candlelight
I don't remember when we took off our clothes but the sight of her body was beyond description in prose I was so enraptured that for a moment I froze then she drew me close, a faint smell of rose finally overcome by our desires, we were making love like wildfire.
but there was no happy end nothing so romantic There was no fight nothing so dramatic simply returned to friends something so diplomatic for that night filled with magic perhaps it feels anticlimactic but left with our burnt out passion all that remained of love were ashes
written to the prompt of "fire" I imagine this is what it's like to use Tinder.