Heart Attack

Heart Attack
14Apr10

Her lips are red
Her hair pulled back
Her eyes aglow
The heart attack

She comes to me
Her smell is sweet
My mind says go
But not my feet

She whispers soft
Into my ear
Oh I wish
I couldn’t hear

She takes my hand
I fight desire
I can’t get away
From voluptuous fire

I break the hold
Upon my heart
I kick myself
As I depart

A moment missed
But glad I’m gone
Remind myself
To not hold on

It wasn’t love
But merely lust
What would’ve come
Was only dust

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