12/16/06

1:25 AM




I'm still in your bed
out of breath
with beads of sweat
you put on my forehead

your face on my neck
I'm still not ready to forget
remembering those three words
that I know you said
with all my shyness shed
and the **** going straight to my head
every second spent
another braincell dead

so I'll make another bet
and not help but regret
that I never would let
you
in
and I still won't let you in
because you're my favorite sin
too early to stop
too late to begin.