Inebriate And Penchant

Elated, euphoric even;

Glowing as the full moon does on a dark, dark night.

Elated, euphoric even;

Teeth glinting upon the shine of the softest beam of light.

Elated, euphoric even;

The smell of a faint fragrance - a hint of lemon - as she passes by.

Elated, euphoric even;

An irrevocably beautiful lass lies on the sweet green grass.

Dark, disturbing damsel;

Her eyes remind you of red hounds from Satan’s deepest lairs.

Dark, disturbing damsel;

Her laugh is dry, coupled with sarcastic lines in pairs.

Dark, disturbing damsel;

Her hair is as stiff and frizzy as a witch’s broom.

Dark, disturbing damsel;

She pulls you in close and leaves you no room.

Ah, she pulls you in with an inviting smile,

Ah, she lulls you to sleep with her words of fine wine.

Ah, she plants you into the perfect trance,

Ah, a puppet on her fingertips – for her, you dance.

I remain no more than a Muggle in her fantasy world.

I never understood her, I never will.

She is a drug, and I,

I am a hopeless addict.