PLAYING WITH FIRE

You looked so damn attractive
Didn’t take much to pull me in
I would’ve followed you anywhere
Didn’t want the night to end.

You wrapped your arms around me
Then whispered in my ear
“Come on baby …. Come with me
Let’s get out of here.”

We went home to your place 
In the city…. second floor
A spacious modern apartment
You then closed and locked the door.

You brought me to your bedroom
There was magic in the air
I was shaking ….. just a little
I was nervous ….. I was scared.

I felt a surge of desire
Like I never felt before
Your touch .. your hands all over me
So sure you wanted more.

The thrill of pure elation
As you looked into my eyes
The heightened sense of pleasure
It made me want to cry.

Once you were through …. you looked at me
You said …. I had to leave
There was no kindness in your voice
This was hard …. hard to believe.

I got dressed …. walked out the door
Feeling hurt and so confused
You didn’t want me near you now
I had just been used.

I saw you two weeks later
At the club with someone new
I knew what she was feeling
Knew what you planned to do.

Like a spider weaves his web
You were leading her astray
She was a willing victim
She’d get used …. then sent away.

_______________________

Photo from Google Images: twitter.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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