And so it happened once again.

I could not fight it. I'm weak.
I could do nothing but give in.

She wrapped my arms around her,
and rested her head on my chest.
I held her hand,
and we started to get closer,
and closer
until our lips met.

I took a deep breath,
and she rapidly stole it from me.
She had me gasping for air.
Her lips had that hint of tobacco
I so desperately craved.

I could not fight it. I'm weak.
I could do nothing but give in.

We stopped for a second, and gazed at each other
in the dark of the night.

I laughed.
She kissed me again.

I took a deep breath.
She stole it again.

I asked if this was real.
She signed her reply on my lips.

One morning later
she still has me thinking about her.

*I can't fight it. I'm weak.
I can do nothing but give in.