I slowly drove
Over to his house
I know I shouldn't
But I do it anyway
I knock on his window
And wait for him to come to the front door
He's on the Phone
With his girl
We walk into his room
I know he is resisting urges
I provoke him
He kisses me
I know that this is wrong
Both are in love with other people
Neither care at this moment
For my boy to find out
Would be Tragedy
Author notes
True story
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