I look in the mirror and hate what I see…
Is that really me looking back at me?
What have I done, what was I thinking?
I can’t even blame it on drinking!
It used to be easier to resist
The intoxicating intrigue of bliss
Surrounding a forbidden, stolen kiss.
For others, I saw it would tease and tempt
But I foolishly thought I was exempt…
‘Til he blew through my life like a hurricane,
“He’s taken” a constant refrain in my brain.
That night when his lips met mine, I went slack;
My brain must’ve been too stunned to fight back…
Now I feel the full force of its attack.