Biting your bottom lip and refusing to call it a kiss
Not allowing anything more to happen
We promised to not let anyone ever come between us
I don’t want that to be our star lost selves and own raging emotions
Our hormones have no place in the space that our silence doesn’t fill
Biting your bottom lip and refusing to call it a kiss
In front of the rest of our friends
Especially since you had a few shots
Besides, I need to keep my image up
Your best friend calls me a tease and a flirt
I ignore it since I can’t have us destroying
Everything we are for one quick contact of lips
Lips I know exactly who has kissed
That makes it more awkward, doesn’t it?
Biting your bottom lip and refusing to call it a kiss
Because if I did happen to do that with you, of all men
It has a lot of potential to lead to other places
What if you don’t have the positive reaction our friends have been speculating about and expecting?
What if we have a passionate display and run upstairs to one of the bedrooms, locking ourselves in?
What if you confess your feelings for me?
What if I reciprocate and tell you how much I have longed to speak of love so freely with you?
What if we take a trip to the kitchen and cut the tension with a cake knife that we find rummaging through the drawers?
Biting your bottom lip and refusing to call it a kiss
Because this is spin the bottle, not some dating show or confessional
Because it’s all a game to you, even when I’m not playing
Biting your bottom lip and refusing to call it a kiss
Because this is all too real for me