Crossing the Line

You slowly make your way down my sides,
With hands so soft and so fine.
My heart was pounding with excitement because,
We are going to cross the line.

You gently kiss me,
It hits me like wine.
Now in this moment,
We are crossing the line.

I feel guilty and dirty because,
You are not mine.
But it must stay a secret because,
We have crossed the line.