Heart Beats to the Core

Personal Life


Hey Mister,
You kissed her,
Then u list her
On things you’ve done before,
But she
Has you on her list of
Things she wants to do

Heart beats
To the core,
Keeping no rhythm,
Keeping no score.
Just wild,
Beyond measure,
Like when you pleasure

Can’t seem to
Keep focus
On anything no more.
That open door
Floods the room
With passionate pain.
She wants it again.
That thing
That makes her…

Heart beat
To the core,
Keeping no score,
Keeping no rhythm.
So can you
Shuffle lists,
Find some room

It stirs,
So she leans
And whispers,
‘Are you free tonight?’