Running like children along the cobbles
You took my hand firm in yours
I followed like a puppy
To the phone box
Punching in our numbers
Echoed giggles seeping through the mock Tudor
Black velvet against my skin
Fumbling in the dark
Fumbling for a small grasp of happiness
Just for a moment
You pulled me close
Trembling in the cold
Trembling in ecstacy
Lips meet
Hearts race
And run again
Into the night
A night of promise

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