No harm no foul baby.
I'm guilty then
Cuff me and
Take me away.
You  are an old soul
The one with witchy ways.
I would sit and absorb your essence for simplicities sake
To the core of you
A wellspring of flatted 5ths.
Kilter be dammed.
The watcher in me would come alive and thrive to hold you up to the light...turn you this way and that. Sit and watch the exquisite dance cadence from your lips as you speak the alphabet or whisper a silent prayer.Caputred by you.
Enraptured by your eyes hypnotic charms but you know these things to be true.
This thing is as old as the hills the moth to flame the hunter and the game