Just a kiss.

It was just a kiss, just a kiss
Forget about it, it doesn’t matter
It was only a kiss.
A soft, tender, pleasurable kiss.

No! Forget about it.
It was JUST a kiss.
It meant nothing.
Nothing to you, nothing to him.
Nothing.

He is your best friend after all.
You’ve known him since you were 6.
A mistake.

Hey! You were both drunk anyway
Out of it.
Yet you still remember how warm and moist his lips were.

No! Stop it.
Thinking about this is so gay.
You’re not gay, you have a girlfriend
And so does he.

Ah yes, your girlfriend.
A slim brunette, with long wavy hair that blew about like a flame
Her beautiful image haunts you like a ghost.

You cheated on your poor girlfriend.
Your beautiful girlfriend.
Your amazing girlfriend.

And with a guy!
Your best friend.
But you were drunk…

At least, that’s what you’ll tell people when they find out.