Imbroglio

You drew little kisses up my spine,
and let me know that I was yours and you were mine.
Morning sunshine sparkled on hill tops, ruby red,
as I broke the spell that held us together in this bed.

Elixirs, potions, chants and magick
Not even these could make us forget the habit.
You know the little thing called life, the outside world.
But how I wish to draw the shades, and loose myself within your arms unfurled.

Swindler, charmer, snake oil man, you have been called so much,
and yet I have been drawn to your eyes, your smile, your touch.
why does it not hurt me when I am pierced by your gaze?
and the world seem to stand still when you fill my days?

Liqueur burns my throat, but you alone make me drunk.
Intoxicated from the hazy, heavy, headed symptoms of your touch.
Amaretto kisses from brandy coated eyes, vanilla flavoured love.
Your whiskey skin tastes a gentle surprise.

You make me linger in ecstasy each moment better then drugs,
but you are so wrong, why can't I enjoy other's hugs?
I was sure I was complete before you came along,
why does this moment make me feel like it's my swan song?

It's you who turns me about, twisted inside out.
But to you I feel nothing more than a toy. Some old forgotten child's antique.
The kind you bring out every once in a while to marvel in it's glory.
And here I was hoping for a different end to this story.

In tatters and tears, really there is nothing else to say,
you have taken me, broken me and left me this way.
and now I know the fox that lived under the sheep skin,
Once bitten, twice shy, I will never ever love again.