Too good

It was all too good to be true
Really
Yet seductive
Appealing
And overpowering

She was a dream
A fantasy
An illusion
An impossibility
Whose perfume
Allure
And blue eyes
Knocked me off balance
Swept me off my feet
And made breathing and thinking impossible
Capturing me
Then toying with me
Cat with mouse
Playing me like some old piano
Then dropping me
Just as suddenly
Without a backward glance










 

 

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