I kissed him
But wouldn't let him use his tongue
Held his face, pulled it closer
Placed my lips on his
Heard him catch his breath
Felt his fingers tremble
And thought to myself,
How innocent is he
That I feel so powerful?
I buried my face in the crook of his neck
And took a whiff of that sweet-cigarette scent
Felt a little dizzy
And figured it could grow on me
Then I felt a little sad
For despite all the loving I could have
I would most certainly
Destroy him.