What?

What is this new thing?
A thing movies are made of.
Scenes acted out
in a most comedic order
Neither of us knowing the plot.
A turn of events so shocking
that the audience had not expected.
Those are always the best ones.
No really,
what was that?
So wrong but so right
High from the night
The liquid
The songs
This must be wrong
So, so wrong.
And right.
Writing this for you.
Never knew you'd be the topic of my discussion.
After all the fussing
Eye rolls
And turned up noses
Came the lusting
Sneaking up on us
And crushing familiarity.
You stared at me like
your body ached.
Like your mind was crazed
from hands squeezing thighs
that
any other time
would be pointing away from you.
Our lips knew just what to do
in close proximity.
Intimate thoughts crept into me
And wrong from right became unclear.
Therefore
sir
I plead insanity.
Praying that the end of this
wrong, wrong thing
is near.