Blessed Soul Gels

Disarmed and helpless you inched in my soul I was drawn in your spirits that metallic laugh and curvy body graph your hairs, wavy brown adorned your equisite face like crown when you smiled you had me more bewitched and beguiled they say this lasts for short and it kind of usually aborts this time they were wrong you had really hit upon my inner gong the day I held your hand I have never wanted to leave this stand you have become a habit that is deep in me without it I feel half and may be less sometimes soul gels get blessed !