Meeting the Bad Boy
Heart aflutter
senses untethered
wholesomeness challenged
unfamiliar feeling
naïve and innocent
Unaccustomed to this attention
did he mean me? Am I the one?
Bad boy, wandering back into my
ready-to-be-sensuous mind.
Making my daydreams crazy.
The familiar fearless soul dance as
The bad boy takes his naive victim hostage
breathless sensation, for silly reasons.
Putting myself in danger, but why?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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