We Really Shouldn't

Images of him and I kissing with every piece of love and lust we have to one another cross my mind, but are quickly covered by the tragedy that slowly dragged behind. Him guiding his hand to my waist and holding so tight as if Gravity was no where to be seen, he slowly begins kissing every inch every, ounce of my body, my body begins to flutter against every teasing kiss, the kisses that leave behind so many promises, yet so many lies. Somehow the images began to fade away like smoke in the wind, giving me a clear view of the reality behind every mistake, every lie, every bit of love I had. Gone.

*Note*
This is not a story between a teacher and a student, it is between two students: a male and a female. I apologise if there were any confusions.