Sweet Savannah; A Past Lover Of Mine

She’s a scintillating, arousing, steamy dream.

She’s former lover whose scents to my soul cling.

She beguiles me from beneath her jaded veil.

She calls me with her salacious song to void my will.

She conjures her magic beneath a moss laden tree.

She spins her dreams to steal my soul; she ensnares me.

Oh Savannah, sweet mistress of mine I hear your plaintive cry.

Oh my dear Savannah, to your arms I return when the day strikes five.

So be gentle when you of these frail lips kiss again.

Be unto me with tenderness as you draw me one more time within.

Take care to caress my spirit and hold very close this heart of mine.

Woo me like you did before and romance me still one more time.

J. Allen Wilson © Four 2007

*In five days, Leah and I will lie with this Southern lady by the sea.

Sweet Savannah, Ga. will have ten days to capture me.

*Footnote: It is to my dismay, but this may be my last 3 months on the den.

With my dues freshly paid, I will but have to wait to see what July brings.

Allen