that one time (bad poetry warning ;))

[sparklecalm]

that one time

i made out with her on the couch in my living room.
in disbelief, giddy.

dizzy.
and close as butterfly kisses.

when she bit my bottom lip
and tugged
soft.
firm.
i was done for.

and i was always done for.
wasn't I?

from the first moment i saw her
or at least as first as i can recall.
at a swing dance event
flirting openly

in front of the new boyfriend.

i was always done for.
after all.
from the very start.