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My heart stops everytime,
she gives me that look.
It skips a beat so hard,
my head gets lighter.

Eyes partially closed,
teeth gritted,
totally focused,
on me.

Like a panther ready to pounce.

I told her I wished,
I could dance with her.
But we can't anymore,
cause she's married now,
and a good girl.

That's when I got it,
that scorching look,
and her quick response.

"I'm not that good"

If only I had told her,
the truth that instant.
What I was feeling,
what I was thinking.
Which is of course,
I wish, I wish.
Oh, how I wish.

Never have I felt like such an edible creature.