The Writers' Circle

"One."

And our lips touch for the first time.

"Two."

Feeling the heat crawl up my skin.
Letting the moment take over.

"Three. Four."

I'm still strong.

"Five."

You know I can take more than that.

"Six. Seven."

Open a window.
It's getting kinda hot.

"Eight."

Maybe we should stop.

"Nine."

I don't even remember.

"Ten."

What happened to us.

"Eleven."