your words
a wondrous pipe
a windy weapon
of pure persuasion
how they manage
to uncoil me
thoughtlessly
tantalized in your tune
moony-eyed fakir
you flout me
with your fairy flute
You think
I am only just
mesmerised
but when
I ****** my gaze
forward at you
I mean to ensnare
your soul
the way your silver tongue
has poisoned
mine.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
your words
a wondrous pipe
a windy weapon
of pure persuasion
how they manage
to uncoil me
thoughtlessly
tantalized in your tune
moony-eyed fakir
you flout me
with your fairy flute
You think
I am only just
mesmerised
but when
I ****** my gaze
forward at you
I mean to ensnare
your soul
the way your silver tongue
has poisoned
mine.