The first time I caught you in a lie, you kissed me.
I could feel the anger in the kiss.
In that moment I couldn't think about anything other than the feeling of your lips on mine.
No matter what it was you lied about, it drifted away from my mind with just a simple action.
You had total control of me.
I caught you in yet another lie.
You apologized and tried kissing me.
I pulled away knowing that I would crumble beneath you with a simple kiss.
You looked hurt and calmly said "baby".
Knowing that word has so much control over me, especially coming from you.
You managed to kiss me.
While kissing you pulled away with a satisfied grin.
Like you knew how much your touch affected me.
"Do you forgive me?"
How can I not forgive you when my drug is your lips and smile.
