kissing her apple-red lips wasn't the same,
Overwhelmed by the moment in my head I called your name.
Feeling her soft body, yet dreaming of yours.
Sweating with lust, yet your scent present in my pores.
Looking into her eyes and seeing you in them,
Knowing I had cut off our love by the stem.
Whispering lies to her which where true with you,
Trying to lie to my heart altough the truth it knew.
Erasing your memory with the help of a beautiful stranger,
Putting any chance of ever being with you again in danger.
Being with her yet imagining being with you,
Giving my body to her while my heart to you flew.
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