Could I Feel This Way?

She breezed into my life
One mid winter night
With a few drunken laughs
On a dodgy chat site

And for lingering hours
Time’s fabric was torn
On that night in July
When we spoke until dawn

“Isabella” she said
Was her name, to be fair
I did not really know
I did not really care

But in the wee small hours
At the start of the morn
She let slip with “T.....”
Lies exposed by the dawn

For a time there was nothing
No sound from her space
Even though all my contacts
I had pushed in her face

And for me things settled
Into another dull round
Of chats, meets and dates
Of loves lost and found

Now quite by surprise
On that same dodgy line
We met once again
Got along there just fine

Took the convo off-line
SMS was on fire
Then the phone bills all rose
And the talking went higher

Found her sexy voice sweet
And her dirty mind fun
Made me spurt every time
Dirty talk with a gun

So she wanted to meet
Something I was against
Felt it’d spoil what we had
My objection she sensed

In a moment of weakness
I agreed we should meet
So the planning was done
Before I got cold feet

Well the rest is now history
As I sit here alone
I knew this might happen!
I sigh and I moan

She was pretty, vivacious
Perky and cute
So at home in a Merc
Just at home in a ute

Freckles run reckless
Across her light skin
Her nipples are as perfect
As the breasts they sit in

I like her cheeky butt
And her small upturned nose
And her tight curly hair
And her small painted toes

And the fact that she dances
When noone can see
And the feel of her lips
When she tries to kiss me

And the taste of her skin
When its salty with sweat
And the warmth of her loins
When my fingers, she’s met

And there’s too much to like
And to want and to need
And to touch and to taste
And to eat and to feed

It’s a flirtatious thing
That we have, nothing more
And with growing resolve
I feel I must close the door

Else I’ll drown in a pool
That’s been made by her thighs
And I’ll sink in the mud
That’s she’s mixed with her lies

It’s not that she’s evil
Or deliberately bad
She just plays with her toys
And its really quite sad

That like it or not
I have entered her game
Where the rules are her rules
And all games end the same

It’s not clear to me
Sitting alone in my room
If she really likes me
While she heralds my doom

And it pains me that
even as a full moon arises
I think not of myself
But of her next surprises

And I’m angry it matters
If she calls every day
And I don’t want to miss her
But I know she won’t stay

So its best that she goes
Before I fall apart
And she sees all too well
What she’s done to my heart