The Poetic Kind

I feel the ecstacy when my lover for tonight touches me

So different from the last

With my eyes I read behind the lines

New visions come on blast

Lover speaks so sweet

Lover speaks so fine

A taste of liquor of a new kind of wine

Makes me high with one touch to my tongue

Gives me a feeling of love with a rush

As a bird came down the walk

Hope is the thing with feathers

A sweeter kind of talk

Inspiring for all different weathers

Makes one shiver in the coziest sweater

Its the wildest of all wild nights

For the ecstatic mind

Yet only to be truly enjoyed by the poetic kind

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