It was like poison contained in the perfect body
The venom from his lips corrupted me.
The sensation of his magic motion
Sucked me in, hypnotised me and drove me to devotion.
This man was more than fine art
The epitome of confusion, I don’t know where to start.
His voice whispered a spell
And his eyes oozed with more than I can tell.
He possessed dark forces of ecstasy
And the supernatural level of love almost blinded me.
His essence charmed my sprit into submission
He would speak and I would listen.
I was drugged up from his potion
Before the sun woke and dawn had spoken
He released me back into the world and he was but a substance
And I rose with only disjointed memories of his existence.
Created by: Aretha Forrest