The Potion
She changed her name
Moved to a place by the sea
Where solitude had many friends
But only city girls know how to fly
He woke up one morning
To find her gone
He was grateful
Time was on his side
She felt safe for a time
Months began to pass
Time became the enemy
The city was calling her home
He was watching her
So pure
Just waiting for his touch
His gentle touch
She was watching him
Keeping it in
A shiver ran down her spine
Her mind ahead
He charmed like time was yesterday
Mesmerizing as the potion worked its way
Inviting her to a sensual sleep
Chained to keep
She looked deep into his eyes
He was searching for the answer as he passed into oblivion
She whispered
Only city girls know how to fly.
Copyright © Paul Bell | Year Posted 2023
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