Hooked
That voice...
From the beginning
I was hooked
There was something about
That voice...
That voice...
Raspy...
All woodsmoke on water...
Fine cigars...
AND
Oak Aged Kentucky Bourbon
That voice...
The very sound of it...
Curled my toes
AND
Made things deep inside me
Tighten...
with Anticipation...
with Longing...
with Expectation...
That voice...
A familiarity
that went straight to my soul
AND
Captured my heart
That voice...
I hear it still...
Deep in the night
Turning
But...
It is there no more
Only...
My Heart doesn't know
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
That voice...
From the beginning
I was hooked
There was something about
That voice...
That voice...
Raspy...
All woodsmoke on water...
Fine cigars...
AND
Oak Aged Kentucky Bourbon
That voice...
The very sound of it...
Curled my toes
AND
Made things deep inside me
Tighten...
with Anticipation...
with Longing...
with Expectation...
That voice...
A familiarity
that went straight to my soul
AND
Captured my heart
That voice...
I hear it still...
Deep in the night
Turning
But...
It is there no more
Only...
My Heart doesn't know
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always...I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
As Ever, Annie