The Foothills of Commitment

Chance encounter at the college library we'd found the same cove of peace. We were both doing research papers. You were plain and had been messing with a pimple. but the accent caught my attention A brit with big ****. We went out for coffee a couple of times. A week or two later I was in your mouth,,, and you in mine. How devilishly divine we stayed together for awhile. Maybe we peaked to quickly. Maybe I should have sealed it with a ring. or at least approached the foothills of commitment. It was fabulous while it lasted.