Heated Rivalry

By Blacksburg

We didn’t even kiss.

The ice catches the seat of his face

Pucks against the cages of the rink

I can feel his scent

Everywhere and always

We didn’t even kiss.

I fall, crashing into the cold of the ice

Chasing victory our paths collided

Though a night before we shared our true vice

The simmering heat of the secret we confided

We didn’t even kiss.

And I yearn over and over for its bliss

There just can’t be so much about a

Person I miss

We didn’t even kiss.

The iciness of sin in the heated heart amiss

Can n’er repair the humanist and

Gain a soul of bliss.

All the things said –

My head my head my head -

We didn’t even kiss