Don’t want to start remembering
Wish I could forget
The first time I saw you
The night when we first met.

You came on like thunder
You turned on the charm
I felt defenseless
I felt dis-armed.

Filled with emotion
Consumed with pure desire
The power of raw passion
My heart was set on fire.

Unable to think clearly
Got caught up in your web
Wish I had known better
And stayed home that night …. instead.


Photo from Google Images: don’tgetmestarted.lindasharp

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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