It started with a kiss, just one ordinary kiss, a dare out of no where.

You seemed surprised, but didn't really mind.

I suppose I got carried away.

You pulled me into your room, and there we stayed.

We laid on your bed, lights on.

Until I made a bet, an obviously self insulting inaccurate bet.

You took me up on my offer.

Lights off.

You kneeled on the bed, but soon you were on top of me.

I couldn't help but turn red.

You smiled and claimed I got easily flustered.

I bit my lip and turned my head.

You whispered my name in my ear.

I tensed up.

What about your boyfriend?

Is this cheating.?

Dillan doesn't have to know. -

Thats all you needed to say.

You asked me why I'd look away.

And i could not find a real answer.

"Im straight" - I huffed

You knew it was a lie.

Stop playing with me.

God Damn.

You haven't won.

She pulled me up by the strings of my sweatshirt.

She pushed me up against the wall, her lips grazed mine.

I gasped, it grew all the more intense.

My hands roamed, but you said not a thing at all.

Our tongues danced, intertwined between our lips.

I bit your lower lip, you found it quite amusing.

You laughed each time I denied the feeling.

You took me down off the bed, pushed me up against the panels of your bedroom.

You kissed all the way down my neck and locked the door.

I knew I couldnt make a sound anymore.

Lets not let Tom hear me.

Let us not let him know.

You grabbed on to me and pulled me close.

"I like boys!" - I joked.

Not what my body language said.

Why was i turning so red?

I've known you for 13 years.

What's a best friend?

We're just really close, of course.

Nothing could ever come out of this.

This happened on purpose.

Ive never tasted a candy as sweet.

Ive never felt a blanket so soft and warm.

My hands know every part of your being, as I've visited ever piece of you before.

We kissed all night, until you fell asleep, right beside me.

And I know neither of us have a strong faith in God, but I couldn't help but wonder if it were wrong, allowing you to "cheat", allowing my heart to beat just faster.

It felt so right, leaving a rose coloured necklace of contusions on your on your nape and around your jugular.

I wanted so desperately for you to be sincere.

But I couldn't find much sincerity, not for me.

I love you, but you know who I am.

So truly I'm unsure if you could understand.

It felt too real, that perhaps it was fake.

A temporary uncontrollable infatuation.

But if it were so, why do I still feel your body on mine?

Even if I left your home hours ago?

What is this feeling that I have never seemed to know?

                                - Ariah Diane