the orange glow of the street lamps
slipped through the cracks in the blinds
as we fucked on her roommates bed
no music playing
no sounds except for
the crescendos of our heaving bodies
skins peeling from the adhesive dampness of lust
it was the kind of moment i had dreamed about
in adolescence
a perfect celebration of adulthood
and though it was the beginning
of something that would grow ugly
on that first night together
we were beautiful
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