The smell of his body
Taste of his lips
Feeling uneasy
Rushing this?

Maybe

The touch of his hand
Gliding my hips
Breaths getting shallow
And backs being arched

Fear in my head
Lust in my heart
Two bodies as one
Again and again

What have I done?

The touch of his hand
Gliding my hips
Breaths getting shallow
And backs being arched

Time passes by
Surrounded by lies
A little free heart
All on its own

The smell of the hospital
Taste of the drugs
Feeling uneasy
Bad choice?

Maybe

Fear in my head
Lust in my heart
Blood on my hands
Regrets?

Most Defiantly..