He was mine and i was his. We didn't know each other names. We didn't know anything but the fire that burned in our bodies when we looked at each others. He was just a passing truck driver, i was just a waitress. But the fire was burning in me, in my eyes, in my lips when i touched his, in my exposed breasts, in my heavy breath. And the fire burned in him as well. I see it, flickering in his eyes, when he watched me. I remember his smile, but i can't remember his face. I remember his taste, but i can't remember his voice. The fire burns and consume everything. It has consumed us as… Read more