The other man

The race of my heart,
the fire and flare,
i want to touch you,
but i wouldnt dare.

As you lean in,
and my heart starts to race,
i have to walk away,
But all i picture s your face.

I blame it on lust,
and im fighting each day,
because i cant leave him,
just because you looked my way.

So every day i see you,
and i go weak inside,
because even though i want you,
with him my heart is tied.

Linzi x