That was it.
He simply leaned in and asked
"Are we going to kiss or not?"
So you did
And that kiss became more.
It became
"Don't tell your friends about me"
"Don't make a sound yet-
my dad doesn't know you're here."
Hidden away as a friend
Yet you begin to wonder if he loves you.
Then you see her.
She's everything he wants
And nothing you are
Yet his fingers still recognize your curves
His lips still fit with yours
His eyes still see into your belly
Where the butterflies try to break loose
And he smiles at you.
But that smile is unfamiliar now.
It's not meant for you.
Your lips speak otherwise
Opening only for a
"Your turn"
But as he feels his way down
You can't help but remember
He'd much rather feel
Her instead.