A Bitten Heart

She’s bitten my lip

Touched my spirit

I spoke some truth

Never told a lie

She’s bitten my nose

Captured my mind

Held my senses

For a moment of surprise

Beyond the possession

Intrigued with passion

Exiting without fear

Contemplating the next motion

Choking with love

World spinning with you

Met a blonde with skin unlike olive

A whirlwind with a knock at the door

Denied nothing

Up off the floor

A dream past the wardrobe

Seen you in the past

Heart beating

Yet to determine

With you or for you

© 2004 David Greg Harth

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