How can two things in the same place behave so differently?
Less than a foot apart, but for all intents and purposes, in different orbits.
My head and my heart.
A contest of logic and lust.
Both capable of stopping the other in its tracks.
Of assuming control of the body them are in.
Like the flick of a switch, one picks up where the other left off.
Yet harmony is possible.
Protecting each other unknowingly, unwittingly.
Maybe they do know.
An unspoken agreement that runs in your blood.
As one pumps the lust around, the other controls the limbs filled with passion.
Its a system of sorts.
It works.
Mostly.
Except...
When the tension is too much.
Electricity snaps and sparks.
Cold showers of logic can no longer douse the flames.
The mind swims with images of lust, drowning in passion.
Silenced into submission by the furious beating of a heart that knows what it wants.
