You make my pulse race.
Your scent is a delight.
To have you just this once,
Is it a temptation I must fight?
I long for those feelings again,
When you satisfied my only need.
This voice in my head; a warning.
Must I really heed?
The lies will not block out the truth
Can I justify this one cheat?
I could have turned away
We would never have to meet.
No one would ever know,
It would be just between us.
Thank God there’s just one cupcake left
Or my pants would surely bust!
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