The Moment

His hand slipped

His loyalty lost.

It wasn't impulsive

Neither was it intrusive.

It wasn't as electric

But it was exotic.

I felt lucky

But also lurky.

It was something worthy of a song

But it was also very wrong.

It wasn't devised

But it was analyzed.

It was pretty

But also petty.

It did make me feel bad

And also sad.

Because although it was something I wanted

It wasn't something that could be flaunted.



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