Desire is a sticky thing

Long legs
this blond feline female
sensual and strong
bounding around the room
like a chetah on the prowl
her smile like soma
her kiss like heroin

i don't trust her
but drawn to her
like a moth needs that damn light
i dive into her eyes wide open

Im such a romanticist fantasist
fanatic
all we had was one night together
years ago
and all it brought was trouble

she didn't even remember me this time
until i reminded her that she and I had been
how shall we say? - intimate.

I laughed at her self absorption
I took pity cause i could read the confusion it cost her
but all I needed to hear her voice say was "you found me again"
and i could not keep my lips from hers.

desire is a sticky thing.
it will chop your feet off at the chest
if you keep sharpening its blade.

so she gives me her contact
and longingly demands
"you better call me!"

and I do
but she does not respond
and I wonder
what went wrong?