You're not mine and I don't want you to be.
But I want to claim your attention like a trophy.
It's not love, but it's something new.
Not many would understand what's between me and you.
Your kisses caress my skin softly,
And leave a trail of burning desire as I moan breathlessly.
I crave your touch and to feel you against me.
What is this forbidden dance of passion and fantasy?
Yet I do not dare to question this mystery.
I let myself enjoy our bodies moving in harmony.
No, you're not mine, and I don't want you to be.
Yet what is this gnawing feeling that grows inside me?
I tell myself not to think too much.
But you always know how to make me blush.
I let a tear drop fall at the thought of the fate of of us.
Not daring to question what we are or make a fuss.
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 3:56 PM UTC
You're not mine and I don't want you to be.
But I want to claim your attention like a trophy.
It's not love, but it's something new.
Not many would understand what's between me and you.
Your kisses caress my skin softly,
And leave a trail of burning desire as I moan breathlessly.
I crave your touch and to feel you against me.
What is this forbidden dance of passion and fantasy?
Yet I do not dare to question this mystery.
I let myself enjoy our bodies moving in harmony.
No, you're not mine, and I don't want you to be.
Yet what is this gnawing feeling that grows inside me?
I tell myself not to think too much.
But you always know how to make me blush.
I let a tear drop fall at the thought of the fate of of us.
Not daring to question what we are or make a fuss.
Situationships in pretty words I guess.
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