As your hand touches my spine
Your fingers trace a delicate line
I tingle under the light, assertiveness
I've never experienced, this bliss
Under the weight of first love
I am crushed, like petal, a broken dove
And you whisper in my ear,
as my face is beset with a tear
I ask for a reason, why you chose her over me
It hurts, to feel rejected, neglected, cant you see?
Hushly, duskily, you say with hot breath and vacant sigh
"I know, that I shouldn't do this, But I want to, So thats why."
And you place your hands on my face, stroke my cheeks
You pull me in, your kiss is all but bleak
I shudder, I moan, I'm weak
"I love you" I say, I give my self to you
All you say is "I know...I know you do."
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