The soul withdrew from his face.

Is this it? Is this it?
Just a kiss. Just a kiss.

But it wasn't.
Guilt hung heavily in the air,
Surrounding, suffocating,
And so...
Encapsulating,
Morbidly fascinating,
Spellbinding, blinding,
Guilt,
Just a feeling,
Until it wraps itself,
Pulsating, tightening your chest,
Twined around your body,
Fixing you to the spot.

Is this it? Is this it?
Just a kiss. Just a kiss.

But it wasn't.
Remember the taste?
How could you forget?
Sickening cider mixed with,
Sweet desire,
Just inviting you to further explore,
The contours of his face,
With your left hand,
And so much more,
With your right.
It wasn't right,
And even through the,
Fizzy fuzz of vodka's veil
You could see.

What you were doing, wasn't fair,
You didn't care, for cheating,
For cheaters might as well,
Be quitters,
And your mind spoke words,
Your occupied tongue could not.

This was it. This was it.
Just a kiss. Just a kiss.

But it wasn't.
No; Not just a kiss.
But a kiss, that wasn't his,
And left you breathless all the same,
Though nothing gained; just lost.
Layers of dust and lust.
That surfaced 'neath the guilt,
Which led you here,
Out of the calm.
And held at arms length,