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




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