My face,
Still round, still young, still innocent,
Feels the room spin in haste.
Take things slow,
We cuddle close and we feel each other's hearts.
A stranger,
You tickle me til I'm on top of you
(like she used to)
And you smile with a pop kiss on my lips.

"She's okay with this,"
He whispers in my ear.

Speed picks back up,
Like your pulse that's been racing,
And tongue resides with tongue,
(your stubble itches my cheek)
Your hand snaking its way further
Than it should.

But too soon do I remember the world around me
And my heart that's lost on her.