I know you would have never been my home,

But at least I would have liked to haved tried....

If she sang the way she looked,
you might expect Kate Smith
singing "God Save The Queen."
That *** Pistol'***** did not
come out, more voice pixieish,
a song unknown. Words were
bleary but delish were notes.

Complete meaning lost,
her elfin aria enchanted us. Indeed
there were whispers, "What is it
she's singing?" Then shushes
from those already spun
in her spell. We drifted into
her Mother Goose downy lullaby.

Fattened by unexpected
mellow mouthwatering coos,
her taken audience drank it in
and from beginning to end
were somehow morphed into
fuzzy waddling fans.

Sometimes the rudest can be the ones closest to you.
Because you did not see it coming.

Love is like a bottle with
the lid ******* to tight.
Try so hard to twist
and pry it open
but it spills all over and
then it feels like a glass half full
and a waste of -

Love is like a weird transition,
never know when it's coming, but
when it does, it just feels right.

feelings don't measure,

unexpectedly happened;

your heart follows it.

Your kisses are like 90s RnB,
Slow and Sensual,
Your touch is like poetry,
Makin' me drift from the usual.
My mind, soul, body,
Being elevated by an individual,
But what can I say?
Cos I'm enjoying being taken away ...
It hasn't been once but thrice,
So you'd think I've had enough now,
Yet everytime I still get enticed,
whenever you're around.
My emotions are in full flight,
and I don't want them coming down.
There's nothing I can say,
Because I'm enjoying being taken away ...