he blew in quicker than a breeze

he stole my... time?
he stole my mind
he stole my will to be alone
i was unaware
we were just talking
who knew what would happen

in a flash of black and red,
his mouth was on mine
(or was it mine on his? i forget, but god
it was something to remember)

and when the next one came through,
clouds of pink, purple, maybe blue
i was carried away with it
and i can't care about anything else

now what am i supposed to do.
this wasn't part of the plan.
this could be the best or worst
thing to ever make me happy