I am wrong

Only when he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him while kissing my lips hard did I know that It was wrong When our lips met it was like it saved us both but really it was poison

He caressed my neck and pressed his lips against it

Pleasurable but not so much when a voice in the back of your mind is screaming that he isn't the one for you

When his kisses only made me feel lust, I knew it was wrong

It was completely wrong and we knew it but the kissing and feeling of our bodies touching made us forget

Before it got too far; we let each other go Why is it that we hold on to people or things even when we know its wrong?