10 January 2013
Shake me down with your golden words,
Leave me gasping for more,
I'm waiting for another speech
To drop me to the floor.
A lexicon of thrilling lines,
Your vocabulary of power,
The words you speak, just like a spell,
In midst of witching hour.
So utter another syllable,
And turn another phrase,
Your words I take, as sustenance,
To get me through long days.
Words • Opuss № I