We both knew it was wrong
But we did it anyways.
The first time our lips touched,
An electrical current shocked thru my veins
What was this feeling?
I craved more.
More of his lips, his tongue, his scent, his touch
More of him
But you’re no longer in the picture
The shock you sent thru me came and left just as quick as you
I miss it sometimes
But this way is better for both of us
Just why did I have to be so blue and him so red?
Why couldn’t we have been purple instead.
I catch glimpses of your eyes
You’re pale blue eyes.
Our eye contact still sends shocks down my spine
I wish you felt the way as I
And I hate to say it
But I wish we had made it
For those lips were a guilty pleasure of mine.
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