Just a Taste.

I knew what would happen.

That's why I slammed every locked door wide open for just one single night with you,
let my lips crash into yours, tasting you like fine wine, getting intoxicated off your texture.
I dared to sink into the pool of warmth you made, limbs desperate to touch, to brush,
your eyes eating me alive, tearing me apart, my freshly tainted lips confessing my desire,
while yours strung out fogs of smoke, hinting that this, too, was merely a guilty illusion.
Just a kiss, just a moment, just a memory relived a thousand times.

But I knew what would happen.

That's why I didn't push you to finish the sentences that you dropped, forgot unexpectedly,
why I didn't clutch you to my chest, whisper a coo in your waiting ear, dream of tomorrow.
My mind knew before my heart could accept that strange gaze that struck your coffee circles,
The past memories I choked up, that old flavor resurfacing when I finally put it all together,
But still I bathed in the emotion, luxuriously letting myself fall for you for just one night.
Just a kiss, just a moment, just a memory relived a thousand times.

I knew what would happen, felt it in the air, could sense the twisted feeling of good old
deja vu,
I knew the bubble would burst,
your warmth would grow cold,
your outline blur until it faded,
I knew you would let me down; just like everyone else.
You were simply a kiss, a moment, a memory relived a thousand times.

So I drank you in just to know,
just to know,
so I wouldn't long,
just to know,
once you were never-more.