It is a fire burning on a windy day
Smoke heading up to the clouds
Eyes closed on an open sky
Heartbeats on its prime
Faster and faster
The heat getting more and more consuming
Him trying to slow the time down
Her trying to be the best game in town
Both trying to get the best out of the moment
Something not to be forgotten
Hands on her hips
It is a chest to chest game
She closes her fingers behind his neck
Fifty fifty game
Four lips meeting for the first time
One last breath before the robbery
It was The Kiss