You look at me and smile
My heart races miles
And I smile back
Because I’m under attack
I am scared
But you gently pat my heart
Reassuring me with your eyes:
‘It’s gonna be okay’
I touch you and shudder
And when we kiss
Everything stops
As if in a standing ovation!
I’m fighting a losing battle:
‘Why?’ I ask
‘Why not!’
My traitorous mind retorts!
‘This aint happening to me!’
‘Oh yes it is’
My lower stomach flatters
As if to confirm it!
I am a captive of fate
And I like it
If your love be the prison;
I serve a life sentence!
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