ROULETTE D' AMOUR

It can happen
It does happen
Perhaps only once
A throw of the dice
could be your downfall

You might be lucky
You may survive
Or
You may not
Faites vos jeux

A glance
too ardent
A gaze
too impertinent
sets off butterflies
hot blushes
illuminated
in candleglow
crackling atmosphere
sizzling
alarm bells ring out
Faites vos jeux

You feel
an urgent need
To escape
To breathe cool air
To recompose
You leave
Tout de suite

He follows
He instinctively senses
vulnerable prey
He knows the latch
is damaged
Clicks it open
Walks right in
Already too late
Rien ne va plus

Dragged down
Dragged under
by the current
Drowning
in a sea
of rose petals
Rien ne va plus