I want him so close to me for a moment, so close that we can hear each other breathe, our lips a few inches apart, telling each other that this is wrong, that we shouldn’t do this, it would mess up our lives, and this is just not right, inching forward with each word, and as he completes the word wrong, he softly kisses my lips, and my eyes close and I say that we cannot do this, we have to stop, and going forward and kissing his lips, we both say again that this is just so wrong, and going in for a third kiss, our lips on each others, covered in saliva, lips fighting to dominate, our mouths craving each other and ravishing each others mouths…

I hate that this is how I think of him, it’s so wrong, but it feels so good.

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