You pressed up against me,
I was distracted.
While your eyes were closed,
mines wandered.
When you hands searched my body,
I didn't get hot.
You hardened at the thought of me,
while I only did because of the cool air.

For once...I didn't care if people saw our pda
like the times I did before.
I wasn't shy like always
I didn't blush  once when you complimented my appearance.
But in a sense, you still offended me.
I was more interested in your dog than I was you

But yet I still feel I need to have you to be
mine.

Surely I do wonder
why that one hanging tear
never goes away...
possible allergy
maybe just sadness...
but it never  leaves the corner of my eye
maybe it doesn't want to miss it's cue
so it just stays in the wings