I listen to your heartbeat,
With my ear on your tender breast.
Through the sweat our love has produced,
And I hear it racing uncontrollably,
Like a car about to run off a cliff,
In an old B movie.
And then I gaze at your half opened eyes,
And I realize,
You've already, gone off the cliff.
Johnny Navarro
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