Felt so right...

Can´t take your taste off from my lips, no matter how hard I try. It doesn´t matter if it felt like one of the most important things I´ve experienced in this life. It doesn´t matter if it felt like the lips I wanted to taste since I remember my life got started. And it really doesn´t matter if this felt so right. What really matters is the taste of that moment bangging on my head since that afternoon. I can´t get rid of it. The way you opened your mouth like you premeditated that moment since the first time we met. Your weak excuse for not kissing me saying you had just finished a cigarrette. But that wasn´t strong enough... and you did it, in the second I challenged you to taste my tongue...and it felt so right. There, I said it. Maybe you didn´t notice but I had to get out. As fast as I could before saying something I might regret. Something you wouldn´t understand. Of course you wouldn´t. And so I left, offering you nothing more than a quick and nervous smile. I drove my car having you by my side all the way. Tasting you a thousand times more, one after the other, by pressing my lips against each other and wishing some more of your taste could suddenly appear in a form of a tear drop I would swallow immediately. Damn, it felt so right. Now I will have to forget you. I will have to let you go. I will love you in silence like if I did something wrong. But it felt so right...