Words Much Like Poetry
as they merge with invisible mists,
they conspire in whispers
to capture my very soul.
my soul will belong to her,
the toxic exotic
she has stolen my reverie,
with baneful enticement.
my ruthless wonder has poisoned me,
there is no nostrum,
her breath is of musky inhalations
and a fragrance of fairy woods.
she renders me breathless, quick looks
with her bewitching brown gaze,
they have an unconventional glimmer,
la femme fatale has made me her willing prisoner.
