10 November 2012
One stolen moment at 3am, You lead me away Down an alley.
Up against a wall, Your lips meet mine. Your kiss,
Is soft, sweet; Not laced with drunk passion.
As you move down my neck I want more. I can feel you hard Against me
But I can't stop myself Feeling confused. You're my best friend, Why isn't it strange?
It feels so right,
It's like we'd been waiting For so long.
But now you're gone, On a train to London. I wonder Will we ever again?
One stolen moment at 3am, You lead me away, And I miss you.
3am • Opuss № I