It's Not a Love Story

In the lustful of comforting moment
My head on his chest
My waist in his Arms
He smelled my hair
I heard him beat.

In the senselessness of phone beeps
I rolled my eyes
And breathed deep...
The look in his eyes,
Tempting with fire.
Coming more closer to me,
A fainting feeling of Desire;

*******Announcement*******
"The doors will open on the Left"

He pushed me away
and walked out of the Metro.