30 Day Writing Challenge: Lust

Do you remember the night we met? The sun blazed through the windows on a hot summer's afternoon. We're close to each other, getting closer despite the rising temperatures. Our eyes meet. You tell me my eyes are enticing. I invite you in. Our lips touch, the tantalising taste of rosè stains your tongue. I stop. Draw breath. Take a moment. Stop. Think. Hesitate. You ask what I'm thinking about. You're not even next to me. You never have been. It was all a dream. A lovelorn lust for something that's never been real.