Trouble

Come back with me to a day in the past,
When time stood still, but it went by so fast.
You gave me a hug, we danced nice and slow,
There were so many windows -- I knew I had to go.
The door was behind me, a return to the day,
But you started a fire, and I turned the wrong way.
Into the darkness, yet into the light,
I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't fight.
My hands longed to touch you, I couldn't resist
As you held me and traced down my neck with a kiss.
As we hid in the stairway, the earth slowed its pace,
While my breath and our heartbeats were beginning to race.
I leaned on the wall there, closing my eyes;
Would have done all that you asked, I was so hypnotized.
And then something clicked; I started to say,
"I shouldn't be here," and you backed away.
But my fingers were itching to feel you again,
So I reached out, but stopped and reined them back in.
You crossed the distance, pressed my back to the wall,
And if you had asked, I'd have given you all.
Your lips were narcotic; they knew where to touch,
And it killed me that you knew I liked it so much.
You whispered to me that "you'd better go,"
Before we went further and couldn't say no.
I regained my composure and staggered to the door,
Knowing I wanted to stay for some more.

So now, thinking back, what's the one thing I hear?
You whispering, "trouble," softly in my ear.
It makes my knees weak just to think of your voice,
And I wonder, that day, if I made the right choice.
I can't seem to get this scene out of my head;
So what would have happened if I'd stayed there, instead?
Would the world have stopped spinning from committing a sin?
Is that how I release you from under my skin?
Guess I'll never find out, 'cause it all got corroded
On that damn night I called when my whole world exploded.
I wish we could go back to that moment, my friend,
Because I really would like to know how it would end.
I can only imagine the cure for desire
Is to follow the embers and restart the fire.
So for now I rely on the sweet memory
Of the pleasure of feeling your lips touching me,
With your body pressed up against mine on the stair,
And your fingers entwined tightly into my hair.
I can still get fired up any day, on the double:
I just close my eyes and hear you whisper "trouble."