The taste of regret still lingers on my tongue
It’s funny how similar it tastes to you,
And the stolen moments from which we clung.

Back against a brick wall clawing desperately,
Wrinkled clothes in the way of naked bodies
Pressed together, chests sliding ever so splendidly.

But instances only last until someone speaks,
Breaking apart lips and silence all at once
Leaving me to lament the bitterness inside my cheeks.