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December 3, 2013
A simple tug of the heartstrings,
the thread invisible to the eye.
A daring blink, unintentionally carnal,
that moves a man to sigh.
A second glance, always the thriller,
the one that ignites the fire,
and sets the wheels in motion,
and stirs up, new found desire.
And then ’game on’, the age old story,
of, could we, should we, oh why not?
At that moment all seems possible,
‘What’s to lose?’ for an instant, forgot!
And after, the final look that is the killer,
the one that says ‘ no longer for hire’.
The one that cools off hot emotion,
that went right down to the wire.
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