It was only a kiss, but it felt like much more.
Little spark from her lips ignite a fire in my soul.
Her hands holding my head. My heart feeling the rush.
She had had too many drinks, and I mistook it for lust.

My mind couldn't believe what my body had felt.
What she called a friend's kiss I called a lover's caress.
I lost, I won, I gave up. She wouldn't make up her mind.
Was it an alcohol fueled thing, or was it really her love?

Her voice denied what her lips were really trying to say.
"We're nothing other than friends. The kiss didn't mean a thing."
It didn't happen again, but I can't help but think
was it only a game, or did you mean it for real?.