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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