Fling

It might be wrong,

it might even be immoral.

However, the point is,

we just can't help ourselves.

We know it's wrong,

and the less than moral part too.

The point is,

we don't care about anyone else.

As strange as it seems,

we collided and sparks flew.

You would think that,

the guilt would consume the flames.

So here we sit,

sharing a coke and grinning.

While knowing our better halves,

are worrying.

Paying the bill,

then walking me to my car.

You place a last kiss on my cheek,

and you say goodbye.

I know it will be the last words,

the last embrace and kiss,

and I have come to terms.

You will always be my summer fling.