A song i can't sing.
The songbird that sings in my thoughts
Makes my own song fade in a cacophony of undulating voices.
She holds my mind hostage
With pictures of her nature's own hand painted face.
i want to sing but i wont.
The resounding sound of her tantalizing voice
Echoes through to the chambers of my heart,
Releasing Oxycontin in my flesh human veins.
Her delicious smile, a delight to behold
Excites my gastric walls.
The wind blows her skirt,
Carrying with it oud scent,
Filling the air with ecstasy,
As she walks around in wild horse gait
Tossing her spell binding titillating hips here and there.
Shimmers of her elate my spirit yonder,
My muse, musical wonder.
My muse, musical wonder.
