Was my crime in saying I love you?

Tiny prickly questions,

Ants beneath my skin,

Tracing you face in the dark,

Wondering where I was in those thoughts,

Your eyes as they light,

Your smile, your laugh,

That mischievous grin,

Casual glances cast my way,

True it felt, deep inside,

Such a moment, brief insubstantial

To take you again, your hands,

Your touch,

Does it matter,

If you desired another,

Wrapping warmth as the sun,

Touched my skin,

Were we wrong because I love you?