scribbled down..

so wrong yet so right

kissing you-

it just feels so wrong,

and holding you-

it is so wrong.

sneaking around

late at night

and meeting at places that is so forbidden

is all so wrong.

our lips crashing

and tongues intertwined.

all of this is so wrong

yet so right.

your hand running along my spine and my fingers twisted in your hair 

and all of it is so wrong,

but every time i hold you

baby, all logic just fucks itself

and my rational thinking

is way down the drain.

and everytime i see you, it's all

so wrong

yet all so

fucking right.