It really was a Friday night

Drizzling and windy ,as the rain poured heavily on the ground

Flashes of lightening and this nostalgic feeling hovering like foggy clouds

To my room she came , despite the obvious thundering rain

She had subtly sneaked from her guardians watchful gaze

To be with her one true love the night before the day

There she was with drenched clothes , slightly transparent and plain

Her curves were a work of art , every flaw a perfect shape

Caramel skin and a red lips , my poor hands couldn't resist

We drank our stolen waters and her forbidden fruit i did eat

Drowning in our lust as she moaned with sirens voice

I raged for this was war, a battle meant to be won

Deeper she called for me and deeper I followed her roars

in her ocean of youthful passion , was almost lost to the void

we were in sync at every turn and we lavished the most expensive words

But every story must have a stop and every diver must fill his lungs

Quickly I raced to shore for my siren commanded a flood

So mighty our war of love , she came and fled before dawn