fuck.
what was I thinking?
see, we held hands
my fault honestly
I reached for his forearm
and smoothed my fingers slowly down to his
and grasped because I wanted to feel the warmth
on my skin so I could have some sort of moment
our laughs synced up because the beers kicked in
his waist pressed to mine
and pressed even harder when I pressed my chest on his so he could rest his chin on my hair
the sand felt cold under my feet
my clothes loose enough to slip between touches
the moon hid behind clouds
perfect lighting when no one is around
the waves crashing loud enough for noise between us
not to be heard by the homes on the shore
his face came close
closer
touched even
Before his lips could get to mine I pulled away
I knew I could not give him myself
or put our friendship down a hole i knew
we both cold not dig ourselves out of
I did not want the sins
replacing his eyes when I look at them
JMLT
