Soul Poetry

He gets me...

gets me cornered

by his alluring glow-

that come hither grin,

that works every time.

He moves me...

moves me

with his passionate aura,

so bright,

it blinds my soul.

He touches me...

touches me

with his beams of satin,

carressing my long hair

in nightly breezes.

He holds me...

holds me

in his warm spell,

and works his mystery

all over and around me.

He intoxicates me...

intoxicates me

as he tilts my head back,

and dribbles his moon-shine

down the back of my thirsty throat.

He leaves me...

leaves me

each daybreak, in drunken stupor,

and craving more

of his inebriating whiskey.

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