"He's Not Mine"

He looks into my eyes so deeply,
Like he can see right through to my very soul.
His eyes are so full of love,
But he's not mine.

I can hear his breathing deepen,
Coming to him at a quicker pace.
Nervousness becomes him and he forgets
That he's not mine.

I can tell by the way he moistens his lips
That he wants more than he'll dare ask.
I look away, afraid of what raging hormones will cause.
He's not mine.

A hand catches my face.
I look back at him, back into those intense eyes.
My heart quickens as my mind forgets
That he's not mine.

Slowly-- ever so slowly--
His lips creep closer to my own.
I want to back away; My mind is screaming,
"He's not mine!"

My lips stay where they are,
Open and vulnerable to what's to come.
I ought to move, but I don't
Though he's not mine.

His lips brush against mine so tenderly.
My mind recalls the joy a kiss can bring.
I don't pull away,
Forgetting he's not mine.

Memories flood my mind
Of all the times I had no one to share
Such a passionate joy with.
But he's not mine.

My heart is about to burst in the ecstasy.
The passion is sweeter than anything to ever brush my lips!
But at the same time, I am so afraid
Because he's not mine.

He takes advantage of the moment
As his kiss grows far more passionate.
I am swept away to oblivion
Though he's not mine.

Gently he touches me
As each kiss comfirms his undying love.
He savors each and every kiss
Since he's not mine.

I want to pull away before
Things get beyond our control.
But it's too late to stop and tell him
He's not mine.

He pulls me closer to him
As if he never wants to let me go.
His kisses become deeper, yet still he knows
He's not mine.

Slowly, his kisses cover me.
He cannot get enough of me.
My neglected needs cannot get enough of him
Though he's not mine.

My desires slaughter my judgement
As I, too, grow more passionate,
Willing to please myself, even if
He's not mine.

Our sins committed, we show no remorse.
He lusts for another man's woman
While I know and remind myself
That he's not mine!

Knowingly, we have broken the rules!
We have done wrong in others's eyes.
My heart breaks as I feel the shame
Because he's not mine.

At last, we pull appart.
Our eyes lock for a brief moment.
His eyes are bright while mine realize
He's not mine.

We go our seperate ways.
His heart is filled with promising thoughts.
Mine is filled with guilt because
He's not mine.

I lay down in my bed to sleep
And pull the covers over my head.
I cry shamefully into the pillow.
He's not mine.

What have I done?

A/N: No, this is not for real, so don't even go there! It's not my best piece, but interesting nonetheless. Hope you liked it!