Windy Day in December

It was late in fall,
The leaves were gone,
The morning was windy,
But I had a call,
I couldn’t pass on
This very opportunity.

And there we were,
Curious and scared,
But the flesh was on fire,
My word had stirred,
I was prepared,
To give in to this desire.

No more fantasies,
But in reality,
My instincts just took over,
I felt at ease,
Yet in actuality,
I should’ve been more sober.

I’d like to forget,
Still I reminisce,
It’s hard not to remember,
Obsession set,
And broken by this
Windy day in December.

I was but young,
A schoolboy crush,
But it didn’t really matter,
Winter had sprung,
We were in a rush,
The petals then just scattered.