That you would be in my arms, staring into my eyes
Pressing your lips against mine
The switch of the mouth and tongue
We lay there in the dark
Keeping ourselves a secret from the ones that would cringe at the -
-sight of you with me
Kiss me softly and slowly in the night, under the sheets.
As our friends lay beside us
But then again, we are only friends.
And the feelings that are betraying my heart
Telling myself to move on, but I want to be more than friends
I don't want to have your lips in secret
I know your secrets, and you know mine
Maybe that's why it's so hard to look at you now
Now I have to suppress feelings and emotions
I wish we could go back to the time we were drunk...
Drunk in a temporary fantasy where I had your body to myself
And no one would have ever known but us
We gave it a try, but it wasn't right
So we cut it out and went back to being friends.
Now I suffer,
Watching your lips as you talk to me
And I wish I could kiss them
Maybe one day we will get drunk on those feelings again
But we are only friends.
I wrote this poem a couple years ago, when I found myself attempting to do "friends with benefits". It never worked out, partly because I had real feelings for her... which I never told her about because I was too afraid that she would not feel the same way. We stopped doing FWB and after some time she became one of my best friends. I'm glad we stopped, she is like a sister to me now.