It starts as a crush,
A soft warmth of friendship,
then it feeds to an addiction,
a desire for more,
I think of his lips on mine,
of sinful things we could do,
but I hold back,
because it's not who we are,
he's pinning for another,
I'm with another,
so it's a dance,
devastation when we can't meet,
bliss when we do,
it's a dance,
urges to kiss in darkened corners,
alcohol lips on park benches,
blood, cuts and bruises,
till a bottle of wine is thrown in the mix,
and a dam unfolds.