He was electric bad news
With a soulful garage sound that spelled trouble
I wanted to be the woman I reformed from years ago, that took wedding rings as a challenge
Not a mistake
If we’d been alone perhaps opportunity would have made us both weeds
In a crowd his fingers grazed, lingered, and caressed my arm
Hand felt strong, heavy on my shoulder
Inspiring a mental masterpiece of where else they could be
Forbidden attraction pulsed through the air between us
We were electric for one night in Minnesota where nothing happened
But the what ifs and could haves left sweet sin stained dreams in his absence
Morning broke with electric bad news on a plane, me questioning who I’ve really become and wondering if at any point he felt the same.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
He was electric bad news
With a soulful garage sound that spelled trouble
I wanted to be the woman I reformed from years ago, that took wedding rings as a challenge
Not a mistake
If we’d been alone perhaps opportunity would have made us both weeds
In a crowd his fingers grazed, lingered, and caressed my arm
Hand felt strong, heavy on my shoulder
Inspiring a mental masterpiece of where else they could be
Forbidden attraction pulsed through the air between us
We were electric for one night in Minnesota where nothing happened
But the what ifs and could haves left sweet sin stained dreams in his absence
Morning broke with electric bad news on a plane, me questioning who I’ve really become and wondering if at any point he felt the same.
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