The attraction was instantaneous, and the timing impeccable.

In a drunken fog, we connected in the dark hall. Your legs coiled around my hips as we struggled to satisfy our carnal appetites.

So soon over, but it painted a lasting memory.

I remember your face, the taste of your lips, the fragrance of your skin, and the feel of your sex. We believed we had time, and I did not learn your name.

We were separated back in the party chaos, where I later sought you to no avail. 

I still search and find you in my painted memories.