Fatal Attraction
Appalled, dazed, secretive
we run to your hidden room
above the roses in the arbor.
Really a cheap motel,
but I like to pretend.
Forbidden fuels passion,
and hunger is satisfied.
Hold him to his actions,
let him know what he gave
means permanence...
I demand he keeps the promise
of true love
or die.
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