I was supposed to be serious about breaking up after her cheating was exposed, saying "we're really over this time"... but her bewitching tongue entwines with mine in an instant, ruining everything. Just the sticky crawl of her tongue melts my reason; while my mind screams "I have to break up to be happy," my body clings to her of its own accord. The heat of those overly erotic lips, the sweet poison of her saliva, the breathless, obsessive kisses... No matter how many times she cheats, I become a prisoner of this intense French kissing and just keep dragging on. I know I'd be absolutely happier if we broke up, but that kiss is too insane to leave. A pathetic man completely dominated by her erotic lips, trapped in a sweet hell he can't escape.
