WEAK LINK
She is my best friend
You are her beau
You walked by me
Hairs stood up
Breeze blew my hair
We look and then away
She never noticed
Trust, a weak link
We crossed the line
Heavy breathing
Touching hot spots
Lust taking over
Looking down
I knew it was wrong
She was my best friend
You were her beau
Trust now broken
Our lips are sealed.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
6.18.2014
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