You held my hand underneath the cover of night,
it felt so wrong, but oh, so right.
We flirted with danger knowing that to be caught
would mean the end of this lustful love affair.
It was the seductive rush of pure adrenaline
each and every time we collided in the dark.
I was supposed to be a mere summer fling, a toy,
but you caught a hold of me anyway with your touch
and now I cannot think to let you back to her again.
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